SONS OF SONS (WAR AND PEACE)
…and i will call to you when the shooting stops call your name
will you be one to remain one who is left or will i find your body
lying dead upon the field your eyes no longer see your ears no longer hear
still, the little boy you were a mother can see it no other way tears form
roll down the cheek through the veil threw one more cast
you step into the icy water excited about the prospect a fish on your line
fish for dinner this day perfect without knowing
this day would pass would not return again there would be other days
but none as perfect i breathe deep sweet scent of honeysuckle
memories flood back the fighting over i see you whole and well again
war accomplishes nothing you send a “tweet” make threats
each time sons will die and sons of sons
will die bodies lying on the field threats uttered carelessly
June 28, 2017
“War does not determine who is right – only who is left” — Bertrand Russell
13 comments:
War leaves more devastation than anything else really. Peace, understanding and hope, is the only way to overcome all forms of war and fear. Very solemn piece, and a great reminder. Thank you.
No one win, a war, it ceases
much love...
I agree with the Russell quote, but would take it one step further, "And those who are left must now shoulder the burden of remembering." That is what your poem speaks to me of,
Elizabeth
Wow! This sings a low and loving lament! War asks too much, it takes too much. I love the flash back to the fishing, to the honeysuckle, both still embedded in loss and inevitability.
very emotive, very poignant. The loss and suffering is described so distinctly that it makes you feel the pain the war causes. Well done
This is the heart of the subject - those boys, fresh-cheeked young men barely out of their teens - who are sent into the nightmare theatres of the kind of war no one can prepare them for. I see that young boy on the beach - imagine him in war - it is unfathomable that this is still continuing.
You'd think that the deaths of our boys (and girls) would serve to deter wars. Instead, we continue to make threats, to prove...what?
'War accomplishes nothing' this simple truth they will choose to ignore unfortunately and indulge in dark 'tweet' while the boys as cannon fodder lie in the field with frozen dream of one sunlight day. Annell this poem is visceral.
A sad but wonderfully honest poem
A poignant write ... and the fields of white crosses grow as men in power continue to rattle their sabers. So sad.
Honesty runs through this poem, Annell. I was taken by the quote as well.
Sara I've tried to find your write? Without luck. Help!!!
Very nice haibun and nice poem at the end. And being in the dry desert of the Southwest....lovely. "cool days and cooler nights". I love the desert and your words bring it close.
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