rough log house
surviving century’s seasons
feather beds
*
beneath cool shade
verdant battlefield covers scars
blood stains
*
whistling through reeds
sun warms each blade of grass
soldiers memories
…And they fell. No matter the mother’s sorrow or the lover’s tears they could not be revived. Such is the fate of the fallen warrior. I chose to be grateful for the sacrifice and the bravery.
Kristjaan shares for today’s prompt at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: ” I discovered that “Shevet Uul” is the valley of Shiveet Khairhan Mountain and that it is a very sacred place for the Tuvan people. Shirveet Khairhan means “holy carved mountain” and it points towards a very large amount of petroglyphs which can be found on this mountain. Those petroglyphs are telling the creation of the Altai Mountains region and its religious meaning for the Tuvan.”
eyes trace fissures
breeze carries holy chants of old
hands caress the past
Photograph: Rock Formation in New Mexico by L. Moon 2012
I lay a white rose
tears can never pay the debt
more than history
Wind beats at the flag above the memorial
nothing still about the death of these lads
they stood impossible ground
defying the odds as they fought
as the storm raged they trudged
I lift my eyes unable to stifle a tear
names of men that I will never know
who died that I might enjoy freedom
Today we celebrate those who died not just in service to our country but because they believed in the cause of freedom. I salute their bravery in thanks.
Outside of Bethlehem
rocks, sheep and cold
better than noisy masses
for the city was over full
outside of Bethlehem
we dozed as the sheep slept
never imagining
the concert that we’d get
outside of Bethlehem
unusual night for us
the skies were a blazing
with the Heavenly chorus
outside of Bethlehem
a message we received
we cowed and fearful
in angels we believed
inside of Bethlehem
we beheld and we saw
the babe, the son of Mary
we bowed in silent awe
inside of Bethlehem
inspired with a reason
a message for the masses
“wake up to a new season”
outside of Bethlehem
a tear creased our eyes
disbelief and hatred
this king they would despise
Please if you have time to visit Pen of the Damned read: “Other Side of Bethlehem.” This is a sad and chilling contrast of that precious night and a look at the cold heart of man.
The top picture of the fields of Bethlehem is from the website of the Salvationist. There are many pictures and reflections about Bethlehem.
They looked up to the sky
wondering how the birds might
Men in their minds worked
puzzling over to flight
Time after time they tried
always another glitch
falling apart at the seams
so unlike the finch
trials they persevered
eager to gain height
broken bones and wings
brothers were named Wright
higher and higher we fly
looking beyond the loon
forging a further frontier
what marvel to walk on the moon
***
It took commitment (day in and day out) for men who wanted to fly to build that dream. It takes (daily) commitment, a focus forward, and stamina to strive toward a relationship with our God.
“Brothers, I do not consider that I have made it my own. But one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead.”
Philippians 3:13
Shared today with the folks at Poet’s United Poetry Pantry.
A
Sunshine Day
In paradise
Suddenly
Deliberately
An Attack
On Freedom
War
Engages
***
While many were sleeping
others would be laid
to an eternal rest
at the bottom of a harbor floor
no satin lined casket
mother nor lover planted a last kiss
your bodies more water than man
***
on this day of memories
we take a stand
for a world
where
there
will
be
no
WAR
Another Post written for the lover’s left behind – “Waiting for You” ~ L. Moon copyright 2010
Thanks to The History Place for the archived photo
I’m sharing this archived poem with Poet’s Pantry Today.
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