One Cannon #haiku #memorialday

rough log house

surviving century’s seasons

feather beds

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beneath cool shade

verdant battlefield covers scars

blood stains

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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.

Cut Purse #elderabuse #poetry

writing-a-letter1

sunny smile as they wheel her

away from sterile and white

another day she has borrowed

the meaning of life

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the weeks she has counted

four weeks on one hand

the letters unwritten

envelopes left unstamped

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back to her home now

to a box full of cards

people known just by name

soldiers distant and far

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the cards they are missing

the stamps locked away

her children in the background

in agreement on this day

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no more to write letters

 a costly enterprise

we will save so much money

her purse never a large prize

***

 her tears fall on parchment

not the old paper kind

her hands left to wither

as well as her mind

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Repentant Magdalene - De La Tour 1640 oil

 

This poem is based on a letter I read of an infirmed woman who delighted in writing letters to soldiers far from home or in hospital. Her children decided that her way of spending her days was too pricey so they took away her stamps and writing materials.

Art: “Repentant Magdalen” Georges De la Tour

 

I am inspired by my friend Charles Martin and a poem he just about widows.

Just Another Sunday #poetry #Ukraine #crimea #notfiction

hint of spring (2)

Smiling at the signs

spring peaks on the horizon

I join others in song

waving to my friends

I go along my way

happy greetings of the day

I never saw the signs

there are soldiers up ahead

I calmly still my dread

“To visit  family”

I say so cheerfully 

scream at the bullet’s sound

“get on with you” they said

“or surely you’ll be dead”

my car they have destroyed

white bloody rose

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I have used poetic license but this is what happened several Sundays ago to a woman on her way home from church in Crimea.

Not Forgotten

young and fearless

kind and strong

you and your friends

joined the throng

young men and women

giving their best

some living some dying

many lives put to rest

we honor you

who humbly served

suffered and sacrificed

not what you deserved

our freedom rests today

on the shoulders

of those who lived

and gave their lives away

Photo courtesy of the US Army Africa

Italian Armed Forces Day Commemoration - 4 November 2009 - Vicenza, Italy