On a Lonely Hill

On a Lonely Hill

A Poem by Leran Vakem

On a lonely hill I stand
looking up into the sky
I remember the day
the ocean was on fire
with red flames in my eyes
and the breeze was freezing and strong.

On this lonely hill I stand
looking at the army standing ready
standing ready to attack
once I called them friends
now destined to fight
I know you for what you are

On this lonely hill I lay
huddled close to my only light
the red flames turned
to yellow then to black
I look at the few who are true
I hear the snakes at my back
Telling their lies
I ignore

On this lonely hill
if one of them who are true
should ever asked
for my life
I would look in eyes
filled with truth and say
Brothers you have my honor
Sisters you have my passion.

© 2016 Leran Vakem


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This felt to me like a viking warrior standing there, perhaps about to go on some quest. Simultaneously full of doubts, yet still set to go forward come what may. The ocean on fire made me skip a few generations...the descendent of the viking is on a ship in the Pacific Ocean in 1944. I know it is probably meant to describe a personal struggle, feelings of betrayal and struggle, and integrity against the odds. I can't help thinking of vikings though and I now have Led Zeps 'Immigrant's Song' rolling round my head.

Posted 16 Years Ago


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Good stuff very interesting to read and you really do feel on top of the hill

Posted 8 Years Ago


Leran Vakem

8 Years Ago

Thank you very much
This was an interesting read, with a sense of historical visions of warfare. I was very interested. thank you for sharing:)

Posted 16 Years Ago


This is a well written write. On a lonely hill with an army at your back. Feeling the negatives of fight but willing to do what you have to do with no hard feelings.

Nice work.

Thanks for entering my contest and good luck.

Posted 16 Years Ago


its a wonderful image ,i see you standing on a hill ,like keeping away from all the fruad of this life ,and meditating ,its like pondering on the evils of this world ,but you tell it in a very strong and passionate way,very good work,M

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A wonderful poem. An excellent write. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very, very vivid.

The warrior atop the hill brings to mind a warrior of times past, in the days of sword and spear with nothing but firelight to tend to wounds at night.

The comraderie was prevalent in this, as was the dissention among the traitors.

Excellent piece here, well written.

Well done!!

Welcome to the WC, and I'm glad Natalie sent me the link.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow! Just wow. Beautiful and deep and strong words.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This seemed to come from your heart, where all good poetry rests....great job!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This felt to me like a viking warrior standing there, perhaps about to go on some quest. Simultaneously full of doubts, yet still set to go forward come what may. The ocean on fire made me skip a few generations...the descendent of the viking is on a ship in the Pacific Ocean in 1944. I know it is probably meant to describe a personal struggle, feelings of betrayal and struggle, and integrity against the odds. I can't help thinking of vikings though and I now have Led Zeps 'Immigrant's Song' rolling round my head.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow, this was vividly powerfully! Great job

jkb

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Leran Vakem
Leran Vakem

Where the Light runs from the Dark, South Africa



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