In a region divided,
on a hill far away
A last echo subsided
quiet ruling the fray
The soldiers asleep,
as fate waits for the dawn
New blood to be spilled,
ever right—ever wrong
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: July 24th, 2017 10:27
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments5
Sombre strong truth imparted with skill and economy. Somehow simple but immensely strong. Goes into my Fav's.
Thanks so much.
Kurt
For my new friend burning-embers
Dying Embers
The flames rose
as history burned,
and memory settled into ash
The smoke carrying away
all reasons why
—dying embers of the past
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)
Thanks, Cat. My favorite line too!
Kurt
Great work. Those last 2 lines will stick with me. So much was said in so few lines. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks for reading, Charles.
Kurt
A perfect summation of the never ending drama and folly of war ... man's favorite pastime throughout history. The last two lines were epic!
Very kind. Thanks, Louis.
Kurt
Kurt, you caught the futility of war perfectly.
Thanks, Fred
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