A Flower of PeaceA Poem by Jack...One lone flower atop the battlefield sitsA Flower of Peace by Jack The last breath expelled from my lungs called your name As I fall to the ground on this dark battlefield Weary and worn from the conflict so senseless I reach now to find the locket concealed It has tasted my blood and my sweat in its lifetime My strength and my wisdom tucked neatly away Protected from harm by the sword of my family My life it has saved over countless long days Inside lies a lock of your golden blonde hair Your scent ever lingers away in the fold Reminders of love that waits my returning A heart that burns warm in the face of the cold I look to the sky as the clouds are now parting Smoke swallowed trees leave a ghostly embrace The landscape is littered with dreams of the fallen For a time there was not but a sliver of grace My legs they are weak but I must end this session My combat complete when my blade bid its due This hatred of war is surpassed by my anguish As I stare out ahead at destructions foul view The wages of love send me out to the frontline Your safety my goal which I’ll die to protect The vault of the heavens hath sent you to love me A loss for the keeper whom smiles with respect As our enemy runs I am founded victorious Your honor insured for as long as I stand For precious your life is worth more than all blessings Every detractor my love shall remand The cannon wheel ruts they sink low in the soil Patterns that crisscross like warrior cloth Bandages made from the same are a’holding My return as I promised shall be as my troth As your love in my heart will be my defender Dreams of your kiss will stand as my shield Lone desire for you shall carry me over As I finally depart this burned out battlefield Trudging along casting fears to the wind A glimpse of a most unbelievable sight There within all the muck and the mire Stands the most perfect daisy so pure and so white Its amber face glowing joyful and free Rain soaked impressions surround the green stalk For a second I smile as it starts to make sense Peace is a vision that starts as one talks I dare not pick it or pull by the roots You would not care for me much if I did I shall leave it to prosper a long healthy life And be thankful the death and destruction is rid My fairest I’m coming I shan’t be that long Till within your arms I shall once again be This flower’s reminder that life shall live on And from this day and forward we all will be free © 2013 Jack...Author's Note
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StatsAuthorJack...San Antonio, TXAboutNot much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..Writing
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