27 Monday Apr 2015
Posted in Poetry
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choice, faith, grace, home, love, nearer, seasons, smoke, sometimes, strength, unremembering, war
of wars
I’ve no memory
but the sweet smell
of smoke
and a distance
who knew
we were going
ready for battle
guilty regret
for the last we recall
letting go
when taps started
playing
who rose to dance
cleft from the heart
you were breaking
saved by the passage
of blue into light
safe from
remembering
war
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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