Open Poetry #47 |
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Solider to Solider |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Soldier to soldier Blood on their dry cut fingers I could see "Normandy" But illusions seem to Come at a far greater moments notice I noticed jack was short of breathe His cheeks were a bit whiter than usual Like a winter creek when an icy frost comes over it. My rifle was cocked behind my shoulder Just behind where Jack said Don't hold your fears For the trees know when you're scared So I put my shades on As if the world could see a striker Instead of a soldier in the midst of tears I could hear it Those shots like the thunder Righting the ships of the sea I was a child In the boots of a man With the absent mind of blood Soldier to soldier Until the ground Grew dark with my absent heart. |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
hi Tomer, a vibrant and very sensitive poem dedicated to an essential event of WWII, it is poignant to read such lines and words that take part of a great story...Hats off, yann |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Yann, happy you enjoyed. Hope all is well Cheers |
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