Students playing soldier games,
paying our way through school.
We were sent, arms in arm to drum beats march.
But only I returned,
with sand pitted memories;
grim teeth, gaping death smiles at emptied eyes.
Bones grating on bones, sing no praises.
Home, behind locked doors walls begin to weep,
the earth is stained with blood that I did not seek.
Looking through the window at bumper stickered ribbons,
stuck, to honking, impatient, passing cars. I turn,
feeling new scars tearing at my soul.
Those that seek me,
offering more ribbons for me to wear,
bring pain in a box to heavy for my chest to bear.
I am a shadow, fleeing the sun.
From sea to sea, I wander in my mind,
remembering the glint on the wing
of eagles in the sky. I stop,
hold my child and sigh.
Author notes
The return from a war torn land
Written September 18th, 2005
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Haunting
A good picture with a sordid message and then we glorify the ruins in which we live nay survive and the power of your words matches the intensity of my feelings.A wondefful write up if there was one and I the reader get the message loud and clear...Shubs
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Thank you for reading and commenting it means a lot to me. I have not been on line much lately and a am trying to get back to reading others and adding a few short writes. I will see if I can read more today .
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excellent
Annie this is excellent. If you were in one of my contests you would have won with this. Most deserving of a trophy. An excellent poem with so much heart in it.
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Thank you for reading my work and (eating greens). I wish people would read history more, wars, poverty, and earths fury of fires and storms.... All reappear more often than an old TV rerun.
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Thank you, it pleases me when you point out the good or the bad lines, both teach me. I am always amazed by your knowledge and others on this site. I find this is a lovely school to be intered in.
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Thought I had left a comment here earlier, remembered reading this 2 days ago. I must say, you showed your pain well thru this most stunning piece. I specially loved the lines: Behind locked doors walls begin to weep, and then, bring pain in a box to heavy for my chest to bear, yes often its like this.
Beautiful! But I hope this pain didnt stay and that you will be filled with tons of happiness and hope.
Love and light,
Lencio
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Maria,Thank you for reading Ghost March. I have never won a prize, but I have found many writers to read that have earned my praise. This is my real prize, to find fellow writers like yourself, to share thoughts and recieve feed back from others comments. You keep me going when I am ready to stop. I send kind thoughts to you and thank you for your muse, I will go and read any new poems you have posted so I may refill my poetic cup with thoughts.
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Wow, you are inspired today. Aww what a pity that you didn't get a prize in the contest. Oh well doesn't mean it isn't good. I loved the pain, the comparisons, and the occasional rhymes that you put in, well done!
Maria -
Minto, I am glad to talk with you again .I have had a long day and I will wait and see what may have been acheived from my efforts.
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oh annie..yes, it was very brave and honorabe of you to admit your pain. the way you sruck in with rhyme at the very end was quite unifying, and your poem as a whole was very soul-catching. I wish you luck in this contest,although i know that is not the objective. but nevertheless, i am gld it pushed you to write this.
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Storic it is good to hear from you , Meagan is going to write back this weekend if not before she was very excited to read your work and wants to write you back all by herself. I am glad you found some merit in this poem.
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excellent
Now this poem is a social comment that is important. It is well crafted, and the point is made with a certain amount of subtlety and no lectures. Just the scenario of return of someone from war with uncomfortable and haunting memories.
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This was really good and the emotion on the page just flowed into me but you haven't commented on one of my poems at least that I didn't see.
LOve
Brandy
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