This poem of yours puts me right back in a theater of war that I left 45 long years ago. Bombs and mortars! Children with no parents and parents that have lost their children as casualties to the war around them. I do not know where bombs of your poem originate but, bombs are bombs and they are destroyers and they do not discriminate in taking of lives.
Thank you for your review. North Vietnam was the place, but I wanted it more general since as you st.. read moreThank you for your review. North Vietnam was the place, but I wanted it more general since as you stated "bombs are bombs. The nightmare was my girlfriends. I feel so bad that she had to go through that terrible time. She was give or take a year or two, 5 at the time when we carpet bombed north Vietnam. Any war or police action is sad and we as humans need to find a better way to settle our scores.
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It was Niet Nam for me as well Sir. I hope that your girl friend is able to one day put that part of.. read moreIt was Niet Nam for me as well Sir. I hope that your girl friend is able to one day put that part of her childhood safely behind her.
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On a day to day basis she is good as all of her family is now here. She and her younger brother were.. read moreOn a day to day basis she is good as all of her family is now here. She and her younger brother were the last to leave in '99. Beyond the nightmares she and the entire family are happy. Everyone made it out alive and now are sharing their beautiful hearts and souls with me.
This was my girlfriends nightmare from when the US was Carpet bombing north Vietnam. Thank you for r.. read moreThis was my girlfriends nightmare from when the US was Carpet bombing north Vietnam. Thank you for reading and commenting on my work.
Man that's intense... nothing worse than terrible nightmares from your childhood. All you can do is be there for her but I feel for her... I have woken up crying countless times and it's no fun. Love the wording buddy :)
There is so much love and tenderness in this poem Willard. It cries of your love and care for the woman whose pain you would absorb and absolve had you the power.
She was very small and when we discuss it the memory for the most part is lost. But in the dark of n.. read moreShe was very small and when we discuss it the memory for the most part is lost. But in the dark of night some of that past seems to still be lurking in her mind. Thank you John for your kind words and commenting.
my turn to leave my cave :) I get the sense of war, bit obvious i'd say that i guess with the bombs and all, its very sad i feel like you're saving her from the terror and searching wildly for the missing papa, the heart break comes easily and the whole poem begins to feel like a nightmare of terror, intriguing and very well penned, thank you :) even if i'm a total numb skull who's got it wrong haha
A bit of poetic license with a nigh mare of someone close to me. She is having a dream when she is 4.. read moreA bit of poetic license with a nigh mare of someone close to me. She is having a dream when she is 4 years old running for the root cellar/bomb shelter with her mother as the bombs are coming and she cannot find her papa. Her nightmare and now some times mine for her past pain.
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And Richard please forgive me and thank you for reading my work and reviewing it. Peace out
The innocent are often the casualties of wars they scarcely understand. this is the weight and cost of war that seems immeasurable to me. No one can really know the costs, because they are the nightmares that visit children at night leaving them inconsolable. It's the bitterness of a mother whose young child was killed by a bomb as he crossed the street from a friends house. sad.
Beautiful words spoken ???? Give me a few days and I will try to find the words that express my than.. read moreBeautiful words spoken ???? Give me a few days and I will try to find the words that express my thanks for your true words.
This poem of yours puts me right back in a theater of war that I left 45 long years ago. Bombs and mortars! Children with no parents and parents that have lost their children as casualties to the war around them. I do not know where bombs of your poem originate but, bombs are bombs and they are destroyers and they do not discriminate in taking of lives.
Thank you for your review. North Vietnam was the place, but I wanted it more general since as you st.. read moreThank you for your review. North Vietnam was the place, but I wanted it more general since as you stated "bombs are bombs. The nightmare was my girlfriends. I feel so bad that she had to go through that terrible time. She was give or take a year or two, 5 at the time when we carpet bombed north Vietnam. Any war or police action is sad and we as humans need to find a better way to settle our scores.
9 Years Ago
It was Niet Nam for me as well Sir. I hope that your girl friend is able to one day put that part of.. read moreIt was Niet Nam for me as well Sir. I hope that your girl friend is able to one day put that part of her childhood safely behind her.
9 Years Ago
On a day to day basis she is good as all of her family is now here. She and her younger brother were.. read moreOn a day to day basis she is good as all of her family is now here. She and her younger brother were the last to leave in '99. Beyond the nightmares she and the entire family are happy. Everyone made it out alive and now are sharing their beautiful hearts and souls with me.
Photography and words are my activities to try and keep an over active mind under control. For the most part my pieces have been short since that's how I'm wired. I would like to write something longe.. more..