by Flying Fox AKA Ted L Glines
Friday, March 20, 2009
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Something about this song always sent me into melancholy tail-spins ...
by Ted L Glines
Little trembling smile - blue eyes staring,
out her window at a dream - one sliding tear
tracks down her cheek - memory dim but dear,
he - so tall - gallant - always strong and caring,
she - who thought they always would be sharing,
their dream - killed - the waste of war and fear,
his arms gone - her lips move - he can no longer hear,
she sobs - renews the smile she must be wearing.
But life is life and dreams are dreams
as smiling lips conceal her aching pain,
no one must ever see that she is weak,
her sunshine drowned in aching rain,
the smile you see is not quite what it seems
as tears streak through the powder on her cheek.
Her life seems endless - waiting with a sigh,
she's lost inside the emptiness of cry,
but Jesus has a place for those who pray,
hey, hey, hey ... hey - hey - hey,
now all she does is smile and wait to die.
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|Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
|Sad and poignant write, Ted. The song and the movie have always been a favorite of mine.|
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|a haunting song, for sure-well expressed|
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|Ted, a great little poem about love and love lost.
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Such a sad bittersweet world is that of those who loved and lost and found themselves alone in an unforgiving world where the best to hope for is a quiet and painless death.
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|I've always liked that song, too, and I like your sad poem.|
|Reviewed by J'nia Fowler
|Quickened my pulse and stabbed my heart. Very well penned. Blessings, J'nia|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|Oh, this one gets you right in the heart, Ted - effectively, beautifully, poignantly penned.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Georg Mateos
|Writing to parent of my dead soldiers was hard, trying to convey our feelings and spare theirs with well intensional lies about his dead, always momentaneous and painless.
But what one could say to the love ones of the war mauled body of a soldier alive(?) which are going home?
Some will have "that" smile as they wait to die.