Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Incoming

There is no peace
Only pieces of memories
Like shrapnel stuck
The hearts of those who saw
Friends fall and shatter
And after eighty years
There's still tears
At the memory
Men who gave their limbs,
Their lives
Their hearts, their minds
Freedom....
It isn't free


From the "Memorial" prompt at dversepoets.com

9 comments:

  1. Touching and to the point. There are so many "wounded warriors" returning now from the Middle East. Just a note: Clicking on your link to your poem took me to the installation for google chrome, not your poem. I had to access through your comment. You might want to double check that. Victoria

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    1. Victoria thank you very much for visiting and for your lovely comments. Appreciate you perservering to get through and read--Nice to get that techy advice too :-)

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  3. Well, you've obviously fixed the link since that's how I got here. I really like your response to the prompt. I so envy poets their ability to use language to evoke every kind of feeling from humor to pathos.

    I have nominated you for the Liebster award. Come by my place to find out more: http://melodypearson.com/

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    1. Thank you so much for your kind words, and the nomination! That is very sweet. I'll be by to visit soon :-)

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  4. Sorry, didn't intend to post twice. I had trouble reading your spam filtering phrase and I didn't think it went through the first time.

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  5. Amen, Sara. This is a touching tribute.

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    1. Thank you De! Very nice to see you here :-)

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Your words are wonderful! Thanks for popping in--I'll be over in a snap!