I have this postcard, this Lady Liberty.
On it, scrawled in an eighth-grade hand,
My grandfather’s greetings
To his new-made bride,
Her address (in a town so small
That just her name sufficed)
And, unwritten, all their hopes
As he endured the war,
In France, where he would tend
War-horses’ hooves, black-smithing
As was his trade, and in a spare
And silent moment
Forging from an unused shoe
And several square-tipped nails
A picture frame, to send to her,
Where she would fit a lock
Of hair from the son
He had not seen.
I wonder who has the frame,
Still holding the single lock
Of raven hair, and their
Wedding portrait.
I wonder who has the frame.
I have the postcard.
A contest entry
- Look at the picture and write me a poem ... by ecrivain01.
450 points, ended April 28, 2008, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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What an amazing write for the picture. This is just awesome. Congratulations on your shiny silver cup.
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I think that this poem is vaulted to another level by the final stanza. It goes from your own personal sentimentality to becoming a story of continued life, and that all of us have a similar thing we own. You told the story well. Three bunnies who want to hear the sequal will accompany you home.
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Very nice ...
but you might want to fix this:
That just her name suffices (sufficed)
And, unwritten, all their hopes
As he endure the war, (endured)
Otherwise, good job, although it does not address the contest prompt in any way.
Thanks for entering.
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I had to write this poem for the image, because among my grandmother's things I found a copy of the postcard--soldiers creating Liberty--my grandfather had sent while he was in the army. That led to the rest of the imagery. If it doesn't fit the prompt, let me know and I will delete it.
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Much better ...
thanks.
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