To leave us with our own imagination, to allow discovery for the reader, to dare the imponderable enigma of death, such makes for reading that asks to return to said wordsmithing again, and again. And to that end, I commit. Succinct, adroit of feelings, mammoth emotion in scale. Beautiful.
Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)
Reviewed on November 26, 2012
The unfinished touch is perfect. The short three stanzas stand solid on the ground, emitting a radiantly sad, beautiful image among ruin. ~~ DIana
Touching and sad. Like your uncle, it feels like there should have been more...life is fragile, often it is taken too soon and much hangs in the balance.
Take care,
Sherry
This is my first comment on this site. I was drawn to your poem because I wrote an article for another site about my wife's uncle who was killed in WW1 just eighteen. Your poem was very well written and of course open ended (how else could it be)? I may post my article on here...
Regarda---G
{N: I'd move the copyright notice down if I were you. Maybe use a slightly smaller font and think about using (c) so the notice is shorter. Such a powerful poem -- ending! -- Shame for attention to be called away!)
Dancing to the musical mortar
in the barbed field, beneath the stars
as if chasing leaves of flame
falling from autumnal trees.
such a vivid capture, Andy, and the sense this gives me is of the hallucinatory effect wrought either from near-death experience, pain... or, more happily, from the nearness, intimacy and loving care of that Angel. Reminds me of the scene from Atonement where Nurse Briony tells the dying Frenchman that she loves him as if she is his girlfriend. GUTTING that Oliver was only 17!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! xx
Andy, our guardian angels, what man believes he faces life's adversities alone? Only a foolish one. This is an inspiring rendering Andy. You conveyed and important message to everyone with a fine work. I wish you love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael
A riveting account of an Angelic visatation to a fallen soldier. So appropriate for Veterans Day; goose bumps were all over my arms while reading this. The photo you have selected is hauntingly lovely and visually appealing. A fine job here, Andy.
I don't know where I'd be now if angels had not saved me time and time again, even from myself at times. A most apt and timely write, Andy. Love and peace to you,
A very fine tribute indeed. My great-uncle was also killed in France, 5th october 1916.
Oddly enough, you live quite close to where I lived before I moved to France.
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I really like it.
Take care,
Sherry
You okay? Blessings, many xo
Christine
Regarda---G
xOx Phyllis xOx
{N: I'd move the copyright notice down if I were you. Maybe use a slightly smaller font and think about using (c) so the notice is shorter. Such a powerful poem -- ending! -- Shame for attention to be called away!)
in the barbed field, beneath the stars
as if chasing leaves of flame
falling from autumnal trees.
such a vivid capture, Andy, and the sense this gives me is of the hallucinatory effect wrought either from near-death experience, pain... or, more happily, from the nearness, intimacy and loving care of that Angel. Reminds me of the scene from Atonement where Nurse Briony tells the dying Frenchman that she loves him as if she is his girlfriend. GUTTING that Oliver was only 17!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! xx
Anna
What? What Andy? I didn't want it to end.
Good job!
:) Janna
Angels among us always. Whispers of blessings.
A splendid work of art.
Lady Mary Ann
Joy L. Hale
Regis
Ron
Oddly enough, you live quite close to where I lived before I moved to France.
sure *Andy* perhaps
even guiding your pen
for this sweet sentiment
Lady Vivian
Love ya!
Jane