Post-Titled Poem # 1
Post-Titled Poem # 1
© 2003 Mark Pearce
Green.
Green captures my vision.
Flowing away from me.
Alive and vibrant. Reaching. Growing.
Pulling nutrients from the earth and sky
And giving them expression.
Blue.
Blue sky above me. Peaceful and calm,
Where clouds occlude, but only slightly.
Wisps. Maybe clouds. Maybe smoke.
Perhaps a fire frames my vision.
And there’s sound.
Sharp sound. Thundering sound. Chaos.
But it’s around me. And above me.
And it doesn’t involve me. Anymore.
Blades of grass, a stone and small sticks crease my cheek.
My arms and legs are with me, though I can’t feel them.
Green and blue fade, from the edges.
To gray. Then black.
And a darkness captures my vision.
Title: Gettysburg
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Marzguy
This is awesome. I swear you had me welling up with tears before the end. and i didnt even know the outcome yet. ive read this 4 times and everytime it is more interesting. i love it.
nice !
Linda
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Post-Titled Poem # 1
Thanks Linda.
I'm kind of proud of this one. First, it's my first post-titled poem. Then, it starts out very dreamy and ethereal and you only gradually realize that it is the concussion of war that has removed the subject from the awareness of battle.
I wish I could stumble around to create more poems like this....but they don’t appear to be easily replenished.
Thank you for sharing your emotions for the piece with me.
Mark Pearce
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