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Stories for another day |
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martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
The audience has grown distant and quiet new interests file into the theater new characters for the play they tryout for their roles wondering if they'll make it to the stage... and what of the desert what of the stories that wait to be told one by one he shall speak more of his history shall unfold how he stopped to take pictures of a Saharan Sunset a Sun setting bigger than a mountain orange and cool, bathing the mountains in pastels and how he turned around to see the army truck and military men of a country in the midst of a coup they asked him for his papers, searched camera and car looking for bombs and evidence of a secret plot that was a rouse and what of that night in the desert, at the side of the road, sleeping under the stars another group of military men, awaken him at gunpoint what happened then its a story saved for another verse suffice to say this is fact, not fiction and it will not end with scene of him in a hearse. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Though I usually avoid war stories, especially now that I am older, I have sympathised in my heart with soldiers. I don’t know the horrors of war firsthand, nor the thoughts of someone caught in the middle of it – well, I didn’t – but for the few long and hallowed moments it took me to read your poem, it felt as though I did. I read it very, very slowly to savour the beauty and to absorb the horror – it felt as though, in so doing, I could comfort the heart of the participant in your poem. This is a work of art and a work of heart to be treasured by all who find it – it is in the depth of inhumanity that the most true and steadfast humanity can be found. This poem deserves to be read and lauded by as many people as possible. It only takes each person on earth individually to develop a true and deep sense of humanity to avoid war as it is known, and “war” within their own lives to create a much, much better world – still imperfect, but so much better. Your poem, the man who lost his life and that Saharan sunset are imprinted on my mind for all time (I hope), so that I can recall each part and/or the whole experience at will whenever I need to. I will be looking eagerly for martiniat8’s “stories for another time”. Thank you for this poem is such an inadequate thing to say, but I am saying it anyway. Owl [This message has been edited by OwlSA (06-16-2011 04:05 AM).] |
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martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
thankyou for each and every one of your kind words, Owl. I'm glad my adventures have not been in vain, that someone appreciates the words and stories |
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