Another Time, Place

Poem Info
100 words
4.5
5k
0
Poem does not have any tags
Share this Poem

Font Size

Default Font Size

Font Spacing

Default Font Spacing

Font Face

Default Font Face

Reading Theme

Default Theme (White)
You need to Log In or Sign Up to have your customization saved in your Literotica profile.
PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

Click here

The Old House,
Joe smooths himself out
upon a smooth cotton laze
just to pillow-bide his time
out the dormer-screen.
Glenwood Ave.
Rain-slicked and hush-zipped
by the last summer trolley blinking by.

“Did you see,” Mac is unwrapping
an unwelcome thought, “the way Harding
took it through the helmut? It spun around
and spat out, right in his messkit,
‘ping’, like a tooth.
And old Harding, he just sits and stares,
Like he’s thinking ‘bout where he put his spoon.”

“I saw,” says Joe
giving again his gaze to the glimmering embers
and the still smoldering stalks
of bamboo.

Please rate this poem
The author would appreciate your feedback.
  • COMMENTS
Anonymous
Our Comments Policy is available in the Lit FAQ
Post as:
Anonymous
7 Comments
duddle146duddle146about 17 years ago
Lovely

One can feel the poignancy and the endearing affection from the first line of this heartfelt rendering.

LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
~~

Old soldiers' recollections;

Could not have been handled any better

Between the here and now

And the grit of what once was.

BooMerengueBooMerengueover 19 years ago
!

James! Don't change a dot. This is so powerful just as it is. I wrote one once about a grandfather lyin in a hammock watching his g'kids play w/ a puppy while bullets zinged and mortars whistled- just out of sight but really there. Its so hard to get that idea across that the battles and the moments NEVER leave your head. You did superb! (superbly?)

Thanks

AnonymousAnonymousover 19 years ago
A tough write

I'm sure, but nevertheless, it was written superbly.

I respectfully disagree with the previous note about this piece being choppy in the transition. I think it reads like a flash back that two soldiers talk about and relive every day (Terrible mind-jobs?flash backs can be).

Thank you and great work.

AnonymousAnonymousover 19 years ago
Full metal jacket power

Those last two stanzas are stunning! Frightening in their power. JD4G is right about the disconnect with no. 1, though. Edit: "helmet"

Show More
Share this Poem