- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Soldiers
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Click hereIs it very hot there? Do these people care
Past flags and dollars, conference rooms
In fortresses of fountain pens, chilled air?
Beyond the silk-draped windows lie the tombs
Of soldiers, lessons resting in the bone,
Past flags and dollars, conference rooms.
Are walls inscribed and figures made of stone,
Rifles raised and years surveyed in wordless eyes
Of soldiers, lessons resting in the bone
While smiles reach out for honor like a prize,
Fingers never feeling quiet cities, wind, birdcall,
Rifles raised and years surveyed in wordless eyes.
The clink of glass, ring of voices mask the fall,
Leaves scraping cross the thaw and rock
Fingers never feeling quiet cities, wind, birdcall.
Leaves scraping cross the thaw and rock,
Silenced by the ticking of the doomsday clock.
Is it very hot there? Do these people care
In fortresses of fountain pens, chilled air?
- COMMENTS
bluerainsalmost 20 years agoto awaken the slumbering mass.......absorbing til the end...thanx...blue
jthserraalmost 20 years agovillanelle from you, but yes, it's a terzanelle. I liked the subtle repetition this form offered for your poem. And wow, the last two lines (also the first and third lines) made the powerful point. The repetition of these lines drove it home. An excellent look at a different side of war and soldiers.
jim : )
tarablackwood22almost 20 years agostructured, and powerful in message. Thoroughly enjoyable.
