The old stone bridge crossed over a glorious
Fast flowing waterfall , burst over rocks below
And ran rampant into the stream
With it went my precious dream,screaming
A lament in doleful aria, operatic fashion
Of riotous passion in suns golden gleam
The magnificent day of peaceful celebration
Derailed by notice of a war declaration
Calling to arms the youth of our nation
Causing men and women to hastily engage
In affairs of the heart without hesitation
Partying in uninhibited passionate copulation
Changing the world not for better, but worse
Will we never learn that war is a futile curse
All generations, suffer wars malevolent misery
The waterfall of life is a mesmerizing mystery
etw-2007
Another beautiful write that stirs up the imagination. I love John Leko's response about this poem. I could have not written a better response. You are the master of Penmanship my Dear.
Love Tinka
Well done...
John
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Yes we need more of that
not more roadside bombs
Walt
We knew not whether these valiant young men would return from Viet Nam, so we gave our heart [freely] to THAT one particular young man. Sadly, when he returned I'd married another - that was his wish. He wasn't sure how or if he'd return.
Our love was a casualty of war.
Yes, 'the waterfall of life is a mesmerizing mystery.' It's the water that keeps us alive, both physically and metaphorically.
An imcomprehensible need of "man" - this thing called war.
Kathy
Be safe,
Karen
All generations, suffer wars malevolent misery...
As long as people are greedy for money, power and respect,
wars will never end until Christ puts an end to it.
Enjoyed this write!
Thanks for sharing...Hugs
That pic is magnificent: serenity.
Your words are beautifully inspired/inspiring: serenity!
Thank you for the peaceful interlude; well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.