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Nov 01, 2024
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The soldier’s call
Bluntly burning
blows blasting
to and fro throughout
the blood born
battlefield. With
nothing but
smog and smoke smearing
across the
ambiguous air the
soldiers stiffly
stand and sternly stare .
For they do
not yield even with
terror tearing
through their harrowing hearts
still they march .
Never to wither in dither
for their minds
like a jumping jovial jester
fervently festers
with an earnest honor
for the fallen
who fought and
walked before
into the wistful winds of war.
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Comments
Geezer
7 months 3 weeks ago
How gallant these souls...
I admire them very much.
The reluctance to kill,
but the will to survive.
But the enemy will not surrender,
and there can be no negotiations.
Never give up,
use my last breath...
Candlewitch
7 months 3 weeks ago
Dear Edward,
A poem stuffed to the brim with alliteration, I like it!
like a jumping jovial jester
fervently (festers) maybe another word here as festers means to rot or become infected? How about substituting (frolics)? but it is your choice to accept or ignore the offered advice as it is your poem :)
hugs, Cat
Edward nigma
7 months 3 weeks ago
Thank you
My reason for using festers was the idea of the faces of the fallen festering within their minds birthing a sense of honor and respect. with that honor morphing into motivation for them to keep going. And so they march.
Candlewitch
7 months 3 weeks ago
hello Edward,
Thanks for the explanation.
hugs, Cat