Misted Mind (poem) by Phillip William Allen on AuthorsDen

Misted Mind
by Phillip William Allen → (All Poetry by Phillip William Allen)
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Misted Mind As she lies in gifted slumber swollen eyes gaze upon her bed soft sobs beyond her hearing no words for her to dread Dreams are on the love she’s missing the wonderment to her eyes his laugh and teasing mischief revealed each moment that she sighs What of her unknown tomorrows dare time vanquish her yesterdays will memories stay dead and buried or be reborn with much malaise The eyes that hold her vision reveal the worry of no deny teardrops of doubt fall gently a cracked smile is their reply Fingers tremble as if searching for shoulders with which to clutch heart yearns to the point of breaking for the love that’s missed so much Oh how she tries to fathom ones demise on unknown land all peace and love has brought her is nothing, not even a hand When men clash over livings indifference and no medium can they find lead and shell create a hell where bodies are no longer defined Was for her life and that of others the safety of our bounded shores that he chose his hearts conviction and did his duty of unwanted chores Now what of tomorrow’s dawn will lips speak of things unknown how can she explain to eyes of excitement that her daddy’s not coming home © 6-6-11 Phillip William Allen

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on September 10, 2011

Painfully bold and heartbreaking poem, TD. There is excellent cadance to this ofering that holds the attention of the reader to the last word. You are such a good writer, I wish that you had more time to delight us with your creative pen. I was thinking of you today as the parade was going down the street, drumming up excitement for the State Fair which opened last night. I live one block from the fairgrounds so for me it is two weeks of trying to keep people from parking in my yard and cleaning up trash that they leave behind. However, there is the early morning entertainment as I drive up Route 66 to work and see the Carnies staggering back to the fairgrounds after evenings of dubious activities. I love the Route every day...it is truly a slice of Americana.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by Chessly Nesci

Reviewed on June 27, 2011

Wow! So sad to think of all the children that have to go through that! Heartbreaking piece!! Take care, ~Chessly'

Reviewed by John Domino

Reviewed on June 19, 2011

A wake-up call. The soldier may not be coming home indeed. But what does this mean to a child? Only everything...

Masterfully done!

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on June 13, 2011

Deeply touching and so perfectly penned, Phillip.

Reviewed by CJ Heck

Reviewed on June 9, 2011

Wow, Phillip, this is a powerful piece, poignant, heartbreaking. Very well done.
Hugs,
CJ

Reviewed by Paul Judges

Very well done, Phillip

Reviewed by Andy Turner

Reviewed on June 8, 2011

Poetically faultless.
The poem has a very powerful impact, even though it is gentle, once I got to the last lines instinctively I took a sharp intake of breath.
Excellent work, Thunder.

Reviewed by Chip Bergeron

Reviewed on June 7, 2011

This poem tears at the heart and really causes me to wonder about the worth of a thing like4 war.

God bless,

Chip Bergeron

Reviewed by Christine Tsen

Reviewed on June 6, 2011

Such awakened empathy in this poignant reverie of facing the unknown!
Blessings,
Christine

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Goes right back to the old saying, "War is hell on the home-front too."

Reviewed by Vivian Dawson

Reviewed on June 5, 2011

Daddys Love
embedded in Heart
~Phillip~
describing for
forever keeping

Lady Vivian