that we must incorporate in a writing piece.
The words this week are:
buckle, gain, miss, instant, navigate, grace
visions, humming, drill, dignity, years, stride
Tomorrow, November 11th, is Armistice Day.
No Man’s Land
The poppies wave in the breeze,
Vibrant. Enchanting.
Deep red. Blood red.
But with black hearts.
Visions of grace and dignity over the years,
They are symbols of missed opportunities,
Symbols of the bloody waste
That is human warfare.
Every year we look at them,
These beautiful poppies,
And our mind navigates the ugly
And painful story that they embody,
To a prettier place.
We see visions of young men
Proudly striding in their uniforms,
Cleanly pressed, buckles gleaming,
Marching, in a well polished drill,
Passing through our streets.
Triumphant.
Crowds cheer, wave flags,
Humming patriotic songs
As the procession passes from view,
Happy that for a brief instant
They shared the glory,
The clean, crisp sanitized glory.
No battlefield for them,
No cold, wide-eyed panic,
No stench of death and decay.
No holding a dying compatriot.
They do not share these things,
They stay on the warm side of no man’s land.
Where the sweet poppies grow.
But like a low thunder on the horizon,
The threat of war is still there, always there.
One has to ask, for all who have died,
What did we gain?
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2013
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'What did we gain?'
ReplyDeleteWhat did we learn - and was it worth it?
Thanks Cosmo, a timely reminder.
Cosmo this is a seminal poem which should be read everywhere at Remembrance services. Your view of war is identical to my own, but you have expressed it so much better than I ever could.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous - I bow ....
ReplyDeletesomething for us to think about this weekend.
ReplyDeleteTimely, relevant and the question sadly will be asked forever.
ReplyDeleteAn eloquent poem of remembrance.
ReplyDeleteI'm in awe of the poem you wrote with these words. Awesome.
ReplyDeleteVery powerful tribute to the lost lives. Poppies. Beautiful, tragic flowers.
ReplyDeleteWell done J Cosmo. i used to ask my grandfather, who was a general for the Austrian army, that very same question, and he said the freedom to live. My British father agreed. Your poem is a beautiful reminder for this time of year.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully expressed poem on the horrors of war, J.
ReplyDeletePamela
Well done. We were of a similar mind, though on a different path.
ReplyDeleteI agree with vivinfrance so I am going to share this powerful poem of war.
ReplyDeleteYou owned these words in a manner few can equal. Beautifully woven, they swiftly become a treasure. Thank you,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Flowers of remembrance...War tribute. Important poem.
ReplyDeleteWhat an important piece you have written. Well done.
ReplyDeletePowerfully said! Thanks!
ReplyDeletePowerfully written piece against the slaughter that is war, whether bodily or mentally or both. This poem got me in the gut and I wish if it were published, as it should be, that more than poets would read it and weep, and then change things. Once, in WWII it seemed war was the right thing to do, before and after it has not been right. It has been about power and greed, which are one in the same and I fear for those in control of this world which is our rightful home.
ReplyDeleteTruly gripping!
ReplyDeleteSalute to men in uniform!!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Vandana. I salute those brave men. Your poem was a lovely tribute.
ReplyDelete"clean, crisp sanitized glory."
ReplyDeleteExactly.
Yes, what have we gained by the sacrifice of so many? A powerful piece to honor those who marched off to war.
ReplyDeleteNicely done-yes we will always wonder..
ReplyDeleteIt haunts us on a day like today and should...
Beautiful...and appropriate.
ReplyDeleteSo true of many battles perhaps..if people saw the reality not the polished and buckled up exterior..they probably wouldn't be cheering and waving flags..
ReplyDeleteSalud, and salute ~
ReplyDeleteCos, this was a gut punch of a poem, for those who truly read it. Not a celebration of those who go off to war, nor a lack of acknowledgment for those who died. Rather a condemnation of war, and I am right with you, sir. Thank you for writing this brave piece.
ReplyDeleteMy dad was a WWII veteran. He hated war, said it was all about money. He was disillusioned by the treatment of Vietnam vets as well as by the reasons for the war. He died on Dec. 7, 1991... the 50th anniversary of Pearl Harbor. I can think of no greater irony. Peace, Amy
hide the dark side and reveal the parade..... I can't help but to wonder, how did we get here...??
ReplyDeleteHeart felt to make us stop. Make us drop down and and tears flow at the futility, the humanity of war.
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