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 | THE COLOR GRAY | flowing pencil | Poetry | Poetry | 11 | 0.10 | May 11, 2012 |
Summary:Something different for me. I don't take enough chances and sometimes even though one may fall flat on his or her face .. we must stretch..
I understand each line in a very personal way but it may not come through as I hope it will.
As I said.. different for me. It is not about depression!!!!Chapters: |
| Casualty Of Battle | flowing pencil | Poetry | Poetry | 10 | 0.64 | Jan 29, 2011 |
Summary:This is a subject that has haunted me since I was a small girl with two uncles in the Korean War. One who slept with a gun under his pillow so we had to be careful waking him. He would break out in a sweat and moan. Most likely reliving.
Which is worse? Dying on a battlefield or the walking dying who live each day on the battlefield they left so long ago.
What are the 'trues reasons man goes off to battle?' I would thing they are varied but I would venture they had no clue what they were getting into. Nor did they truly understand who and why they were killing. To question your government was simply not done. Those who did lived in fear and isolation.
I have seen the walking dead. On street corners, silent in wheel chairs unable to meat the eyes of the onlookers. For what will he or she see? Disgust? Pity? Any true understanding how devastated these souls are and how for some, death would have been kinder.
There is no way I can understand nor fully see into the heart and life of one at war. I can't. But I do recognize the horror when I see it reflected and the total lack of life in blank staring eyes who long ago gave up the will to get anyone to understand.
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| The news came suddenly | po | Poetry | Poetry | 10 | 1.43 | Sep 17, 2009 |
Summary:my first cousin died recently of a drug overdose. This poem is how I dealt with the grief.
I am interested in how the style is perceived as this is a comfortable writing style for me.
This is the first time I have posted work on this forum and I am grateful for the reviews. I am grateful for the editing comments by kiwi & ulli as I have incorporated them into my piece. My first time listening to constructive editing advice. There maybe hope for me yet. To you other kind people, thanks for your comments. I will be sharing this poem at a family reunion today. Hopefully it will bring perspective & healing...
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