Open Poetry #32 |
The Weight of the World |
Kevo Member
since 2004-06-02
Posts 466Navarro County, Texas, USA |
The Weight of the World Reverent friend worn thin in timed procession of life, fragile smile christens weathered lips and worn jaw. Callused hands hold on tightly to the second hand of obstinance, Trying to slow the fervent tick of that unruly clock. The atlas has been found in the palm of your hand. The map of successes and failures is well drawn here. You have seen more than one should of the latter. Yet, still your lips part, however fragile, in youth’s resistant smile. Yet, innocence void still. You have overcome all odds, Your blood spilt, Sacrificed for the sovereignty of all. You have buried sons and daughters, husbands and wives, mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters, and those you cradled amidst those desperate fields. Your eyes speak louder than words of times distant yet never forgotten to lamenting masses born long after your stars fell from on high. Crows-feet run on, attesting to trials of survival from dustbowls and our Great Depression to the stench of death upon Europe’s hallowed ground and upon the beaches of Iwo Jima. Trace the map of your existential trials through the years, the smiles, the laughter, amd the tears. You buried your innocence with humility …and blood so that sons and daughters might know their own. Scars, some seen and some unseen, all thrive, never truly healed In this hero loved. Perhaps death would have been kinder, more humane, even palatable in some regards. I look upon your weighted back falling with gravity’s cruel hand and ladened by the woes of this compromised world past. Shoulders longing for release crushed under the fascist boot of long ago. Knees weakened in prayer, kneeling in want of sound resolve and tempered tranquility. How many years have your knees worn into this unforgiving floor? Your relentless pursuit for penance of heart has left you callused without understanding it is our own hearts in need of penance from you. You have found me steady my ageless friend. Ready, at your bidding, to carry your load home to the staid hearts of free men. Spurring these days forward that they may, in time, Break their bread with you At the Hero’s table, burying innocence yet again so that others may not. You were young, You were vibrant, You were fearless And you were courageous. Authors of the free world. Regardless of age, Regardless of scars, I will remember you …and so will my sons. Copyright, Kevin V. Reese, 2004 |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
You are just sooo darned good. Your style is so, the words elude me, yet when I read your work I am always inspired. Susan The whole of the Universe resides within each individual heart. |
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wordwizard Member
since 2003-09-08
Posts 483on the way to next world |
It is good to remember how we're able to be 'relatively' free but as the years will pass the memory will pass too until another leader will emerge from the masses who dares to ruffle the feathers of the establishment... |
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