Blighted
Whispers from wine-coloured moonlight have now
blighted spring-fresh grass.
No-one will pass by this flood's blistering chorus of
frustrated past outcry.
The waters stay silted with years-long, war-seared
bitterness as each ill-timed
peace talk crumbles to finish killed by conclusions
of coated top-brass.
Dreams of the tortoise-shelled butterfly days faded
long before turbulent rapids
drew young men and women toward battles over
naught but misapplied fears.
Lifetimes float hormonally by in riverside history of
pride's facaded need for action.
Forces, press-mustered are taught blind allegiance
to naught but mindless leads.
Listening I hear victims' bubbling exits still weeping
regrets for conceding to hate.
Wisps of blood-to-come days surface from tainted
mud war-soiled and mouldering.
What happens when, hit by blows of violence peace
can no longer struggle for gain ?
In reddened undertow pitiful woes rise from those
called battle-stressed soldiers.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: September 2nd, 2021 02:11
- Comment from author about the poem: The image says it all and the words merely try to feel the dire emotion inside that bent head.
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- Views: 35
- Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek, Coyote
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Comments6
Beautifully composed Fay. Sorrow and regret pace throughout, mocking each individuals humanity. Realisation of futility but ensnared in brotherly devotion. Frustration and anger used and abused to gain.... to gain death on a field of war by starched collar, perfumed gentlemen.... who's names will decorate the books of history long after they are laid gently to death.
An old man watches history re-tell the same old worn out phrases.
Thank you dear friend. - - - History in the maklng never includes the likes of the chosen image - hence the tribute to such ones lost in their battle-stress.
Blighted is like nothing else this reader has yet read on the subject in question ........
brazen, brutal and beautiful is a rare combination I don't ever recall writing before .................. Neville x
Bless you and thank you dear friend -- glad to know the write erupted those words from your deep caring that feels the tragedy of war.
genuinely brought a tear to my eye
such an impassioned write
on a subject, very important to me..
thank you! dear Fay
(may their sacrifices, never be forgotten)
I second that wholeheartedly my friend - may their lives never be laid down in vain. Thanking you for your perceptive words of review dear L.B,.
War has always been with us and sadly, it likely always will. This is incredible Fay. You've penned quite a moving poetic gem.
How generous of you to say so Coyote - - I agree it is so sad that war seems to have been around since the beginning of human habitation of this beautiful earth yet we can still hope for an end to it's insanity and meanwhile try to describe the horrors it leaves behind. Thank you for your visit and comment my friend.
Your sweet poetry will draw the reader in and then, engaged with the realities slightly withheld until there, can have no choice but accept the truth. As valid or more so than the confrontational stuff (don’t look at me!) which the whole subject normally attracts. Thanks Fay.
Such a powerful image and message Fay.
Andy
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