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Final Suited Passage
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Final Suited Passage |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
When geese fill The evening sky And Vee’s follow Line upon line Across clouds tinged Red as the blood shed By brothers on Foreign soil, I too long to ride On wings of wind Escaping the cold Which creeps into Bones that remember Too many who Won’t make The trip again. Longing for ears Filled with the rush Of passing distance And brothers… Sisters… Others… I remember less Raucous cries And processions Of suited passing |
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Decaflame Senior Member
since 2001-05-11
Posts 1635 |
For many, many reasons, this suits me very well... |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
"Escaping the cold Which creeps into Bones that remember Too many who Won’t make The trip again." wow, this is great.....I like this very much  |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
this is haunting and pulls tears into the sockets and a lump into the throat...well done, mournfully well done |
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Marilyn Member Elite
since 1999-09-26
Posts 2621Ontario, Canada |
I have to tell you...I am at a loss of words. Excellent writing. Marilyn |
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MARK V SHELDON Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 3015In a corporeal internship... |
A good poem for the politicians and military to ponder, though they may only know one "V" -- that of "victory"... over what, exactly...? A heavy write, Ron -- makes the heart heavy... -MVS "When you tell the Truth, you never have to remember what you just said." |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Yes. This is poetry. Corinne |
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