- Non-Erotic Poetry
- War's Vision
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Exhausted, the troop succumbs,
To soft comfort of rock
Warm embrace of tree's bark;
Laying with paint and grime
Rolling and dripping off cheeks;
A moment of respite
In the landscape of terror, of
Hate, fear, and loathing,
Mankind's hallmark ~
War never ending.
© Leon Brozyna 2005
- COMMENTS
lr_katt_pawsabout 17 years agoMade me think of my father and the pictures he brought home from nam. Very true and very descriptive. I can actually recall pictures of him and friends laid out on the ground, against trees. Brought it home to me again even though he's gone. Thank you
normiqueover 17 years agoin this short poem made me weep for those who are serving now in a war that seems to have no satisfactory end.
sweet GA peachesover 18 years agoconvey the true justice
that you have served,
to bring this vision to
those of us,
tucked safely into bed at night.
I cannot say the nights I
have laid looking at my own stars,
and wondering.. how they are.
way over there.. somewhere.
very moving Mr. Lebroz...
an honor to read.
A (6)***** if they would allow it.
-sGp-
Du Lacover 18 years agoI found the poem to hold a pull to it, similar to that soldiers feel when called to defend their land. The ending reveals the painful reality of what we call war. I have seen this in a soldiers eyes ... the disillusionment of wartime fantasy ... leaving only the reality in ones face. you did just that with this strong work. TY
du~
Anonymousover 18 years ago"All Quiet on the Western Front" a book/movie that shows better than most the utter futility of war... from an individual soldiers point of view!
Good effort!
wildsweetoneover 18 years agoi loved the contrasts of feeling and reality with this poem. good images. thanks for sharing your poetry.
bluerainsover 18 years agoflames fan the winds of perception ..may they open eyes...blue
My Erotic Taleover 18 years agosandy toe cracks and strap rash
whiskered chins and false grins
the scent of sweat over powers the flower
when your heart rate matches the sounds
of machine guns and mortars only drowned out
by the locusts with blades over head
the tree bark shatters by your head
you know you must shoot back or you'll be dead.
all I can saw leon... touched
nice write (~_~) bows humble
