Two Bay Area (CA) young men....18 yrs old... both high school graduates of just this last year .... have died in the recent battles in Iraq ...pray for all who are in harms way.......
upon the axis of perfection
the sun rose rivers fell to the oceans oceans fed the heavens and on our day before this day . . .
Her Times tossed out of rhyme Sight defined ~ The blitz around the corner, Upright pedal rush. Speed bump curb into the driveway Wheels dumped in crash abandon Five-steps in a two-step sprint to the front door.
Vibrations radiate~ The marathon up the stairs, Jumbled sensations of enthusiasm. Baying forever feedback, Manic mad unmelodious beat.
Cold stepping out From refrigerator door open, Banging. Winged kiss on the cheek, Spoiled Devil-eyed wink "Hi mom."
Time Passages Life Toss of the dice Visions undermined~ The cold shuffling down The body torn. Life pools a red halo Conquering the weightless dust . "I’m cold. . . so cold . . ." Winged kiss on the wind I love you, mom.
I love you, mom, Carried home. Spoils of war In her womb.
She shakes . . . dreams tossed Out of time. Out of life. A hand wakes her sleep. ". . . Its time to go."
and with this day new rivers fall into the oceans oceans feed the heavens and the sun will set . . . .
the sun rises
the sun sets Our sons die With our rising.
jeanne rene 2/04
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Reviews of "upon the axis of perfection"
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on April 10, 2004
Jeanne ,
powerful and excellent message in this poem
Happy Easter
peg
Excruciating..but as hard as it is to bear..these young men go for a purpose..one in which they believe in. If they die..they die still believing.
Those that come home...come home wanting to go back to finish what they believe in.
Heart touching and heart breaking write Jeanne..Lisa
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on April 9, 2004
jeanne ... life can disorient us when we feel the loss of our young men at war. So hard to deal with this. You express it and reveal your soul at the same time. It hurts to have this happen, and we know it will not stop ... only pause. Happy Easter. Bill Murray
P.S. You might understAnd my poem "They March To War" on the main page. We are in a very distrubing period in Iraq
powerful and excellent message in this poem
Happy Easter
peg
Those that come home...come home wanting to go back to finish what they believe in.
Heart touching and heart breaking write Jeanne..Lisa
P.S. You might understAnd my poem "They March To War" on the main page. We are in a very distrubing period in Iraq