Soldier of Love

In '46, a soldier returns 

From war, his soul still burns

A veteran of battles fought 

His world in shambles, all for naught 

 

He came home, full of pride 

His duty fulfilled, he stood beside 

His comrades, all so brave 

Their sacrifice, a debt we cannot waive 

 

But home is not the same 

His love, the flame, now just a name 

Gone with the winds of war

 Leaving him shattered, hurt, and raw 

 

He walks the streets of Harlem's night 

With saxophones, playing their soulful light 

Jazz and blues, they fill his heart 

With memories of love, now so far apart 

 

His memories are like a mournful tune 

Of a love lost, now just a distant boon 

But still, he finds solace in the beat 

Of jazz and blues, a rhythm so sweet 

 

For in the music, he finds a voice 

That speaks to him, and makes his pain rejoice 

It's a reminder, of love once known 

And of a world that was once his own 

 

So he dances to the rhythm's sway 

With hope and faith, in a better day 

For he knows his love will live on 

Through the notes of jazz, until dawn. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful and worthwhile poetry shared dear Tiffany.
"For in the music, he finds a voice
That speaks to him, and makes his pain rejoice
It's a reminder, of love once known
And of a world that was once his own"
I enjoyed the story in the poem and the above lines. So good. Music show us the way to peace. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Daz]

That healing, magical power of music. It really can lift us up and inspire. Your poem here has that jazzy effect to it. Thank you.