He returns with mind weighed down, and
time has stopped with his small steps.
"Marry me," she tells him,
her fingers sharp and on his arm,
and he looks at her like a statue.
He sees the reindeer running away, and
lines of dominos all fallen down.
There will be no shamrocks this Saint Patrick's Day
he muses sadly, stroking the girl in his arms.
"I want to give you a life," and
"maybe even tomorrow," all fall flat on his mind,
then her grip softens,
and her mouth glistens
and he finds he can't even look.
So he stands up with shoulders slumped, and
fingers a strand of her hair in his hand. He
says nothing, because time has started again
and he still feels only gunshots and muggy air.
A contest entry
- Write a modern classic war poem. by BabyBun.
700 points, ended February 26, 2009, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Brilliant poetry - well done and good luck
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this is very moving, and very sad, i can see the two characters standing there, and i can feel their pain and sadness as i read this, great work, best of luck in the contest
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thank you! =]
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