Love's Call.
In the thick black bark of sleep a familiar image
cuts through dreaming's anchor
as his call imprints stress on her famished mind.
New day's sharp sun stirs to brew more acid taste
of empty aloneness
and summertime weeps in grass-widow anguish.
Scent of past bonds lose their steady as fear rises
to invade her waiting
and bloom of hope dies with chilled apprehension.
Kiss of farewell left her lips ever wet with shed
streams of tears rivering
inwards for bravery crumples from anticipation.
Now distance divided, his battle- bruised longing
yearns for cessation as
gun-hounded eyes can see only the futile of war.
She, hearing love's call sadly asks will he return.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Reads like the heartache of a lovers parting with the agonising waiting, hoping, and the anguish of fear that her hero may be yet another sacrifice to some politicians war game.
Compelling and heart wrenching.
Your discerning comment is so welcome and thank you D, A. - war takes lovers forever for many and the fear must be overwhelming for those left to wait.
On reflection, these well crafted words remind me that war is not for lovers........ Neville
Oh how I agree with you Neville - such times are never for lovers who hate being parted even for moments. Thanking you for that reminder of war's fearful appetite.
ooo the famished mind
hungry
ravenous...
I like this fay
VERY WELL expressed my dear
It happens every time lovers are parted by war - they both die a little with longing and the one left behind has to concede to fearful loneliness........... thank you for your welcome comment Andrew
Soldiers die from the separation and the hell. Two wounds at once, the former the more painful. Those that wait also die from the separation, and and endure the anxiety of not knowing.
The ancient cry to end all wars keeps repeating, but hopefully growing in volume.
Oh, how you have recreated the longing felt, the risks taken, and the futility of it all. It saddens the reader while truthfully displaying the over-riding dread. Your words fall like her tears and their meaning explodes in the mind of the reader.
I really enjoyed this one. - Phil A.
The situation is always the same when war takes one and dread stalks the dreams of the partner left waiting - your comment well outlines the stages of loneliness that both go through and I thank you sincerely Phil for your well-expressed in-put and kind view of the lines I hoped would bring alive the pain of such separation.
War has produced most romantic poems imaginable, for it holds the suspense of ever meeting again, in body and soul, as when departed.
Very well scripted
I agree Suresh that war is responsible for poem of love which may not have been written without the parting - -- the uncertainty alone must bring pen to paper as precious contact - - grateful thanks for your discerning comment and so pleased you liked the read.
Brilliant write Fay, the anguish flows through your words.
Hello Fay,
A superb write and interesting look at love.
Keep writing
FineB
Glad you dropped by to read and thank you FineB for your encouraging comment.
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