Deep within blood stained jungles
crawling in fear as shots lacerate the air.
Enemy fire, friendly fire, all sounds of death
as limbs become paralyzed, eyes riveted on seepage of numbness.
Here amid warfare lies true meaning of alone,
as the final contender for a small patch of ground
slides into reminiscences where freedom spoke.
From reverie jolted back with sounds of panic,
eyes become focussed upon grace of the rescuer
as pure white wings bring gift of life.
Author notes
Prompt is:
Picture from Photobucket-
In a list
A contest entry
- - Wednesday Quickie to Work that Quill - by Desire.
700 points, ended March 29, 2008, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Awsome as usual wonderful bronze trophy. where freedom spoke I like that line. Wonderful flow and it is a pleasure to read.
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I loved your poem. Been there, done that, and was so good to see the medic.
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Thank You!!
Thank You for Your entry: Angel Of Mercy
This piece tugged at the Heartstrings for the images blossomed within my Mind...
Tears swell~~
Powerful message spoken also felt from the Heart
These lines grabbed and pulled~
From reverie jolted back with sounds of panic,
eyes become focussed upon grace of the rescuer
as pure white wings bring gift of life.
...just had a question on focussed...
did You mean focused...
still a Magnificent verse
Fantastic take on the prompt~
Thank You for sharing Your Heart also Spirit!
Best wishes to You in the contest Sweet Soul
**Judging will be done shortly...
Many blessings too
and much love~ Desire~*~
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Excellent
Very creative and well done. A terrific take on the prompt. Best of luck in the contest.
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Oh goodness, this is quite beautiful. So visual to the image prompt. Best of luck. I did enjoy this very much. ~Pamela
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