by Gaia_Lorraine
I heard an Angel singing
When the day was springing,
"Mercy, Pity, Peace
Is the world's release."
(William Blake)
Death! that struck when I was most confiding
In my certain faith of joy to be -
Strike again, Time's withered branch dividing
From the fresh root of Eternity!.
(Emily Jane Bronte)
To quote but two.
I had forgotten that LIT's critics were far more prophetic than the masters. Or should that be pathetic?
I do not doubt the sincerity of the emotion but this is Hallmark Poetry.Oleaginous sentimentality.
You know I love it, Lorriane, and as always, it makes me cry
Love, Curt
The only pain greater than the pain of separation is that of permanent loss...ask any military family that experiences both.
Very nicely stylistic tribute to all those who share in a most honorable profession.
I feel your pain my friend. Excellent
dedication and wonderful poem.
I love it's flow, and your imagery reaches deep, pulls out all the love of those who share in this pain. Knowing we are not alone, and we have the help of young ... old to help carry this load. I cannot stress how moving this poem is, especially in these times ~
More Please ~
Your poem was mentioned in the New Poems Review Thread~
thanks for the literary journey~ Art~
excellent topic and a pearl of a poem. my hats off to this salute and dedication. bows (~_~) humble