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He said nothing..

door killea

When he came home he was changed -
dark and silent
she asked, who are you
he said nothing
she asked about the heat, and dust and smell of death
he said nothing
she asked about his nightmares and tears
he said nothing
and just before he drowned in silence
she pulled him out of the abyss
a soothing balm on his pain
she loved him with her body and soul
and when he spoke
she recognized him.
Before he left once more, he asked
will you honour me when I return
she said I love you
he said nothing but held her tight
she wept a little
he went away for eleven months
and on his return
she said I love you
he said nothing
and was honoured by all
she cried and held out the child
born in his absence
he said nothing
she said, it is so hard to live without you
and wailed in futile despair
he said nothing
and when his ultimate silence
could no longer be endured
she whispered, we will honour you forever..

feedback van andere lezers

• Magdalena
  dit is zo diep en mooi en romantisch
  onvoorwaardelijke liefde
  
  maar ik zou het wel liever in Nederlandse versie lezen
  
  volgens mij zitten er hier en daar foutjes tegen het Engels?
  (loved him with body and soul, (geen her)
  
  die middeleeuwse toon is wel veel moeilijker uit te drukken in het Nederlands natuurlijk
  
  veel groetjes,
  Magdalena
  
  
  
  killea: Hi Magdalena, Although I speak and read Nederlands, my writing in dutch leaves a lot to be desired. Thank you so much for your comments. Best regards Killea
• lief
  I think this is about the war, he came home safe and he had nothing to say...am I wright?
  
  very sad June...
  
• Lazey
  I think the tone is well set, I like this very much!
  killea: Thank you, Lazey!
• dichtduvel
  Curious, welcome, jef
  killea: Thank you.
• ozzy
  It's not easy to crawl your way out if you have been there, been
  in the deepest whole. Not easy nor for both. Very nice poem.
  Grtz,
  xxx
  killea: Thank you ozzy.
  regards
  June
• lucky
  welkom hier, killea.
  killea: Thank you, Lucky.
  
  regards
  June
• Ivan
  Grts.
  Ivan
  killea: Thank you, Ivan
  xx
  J
• jan
  we cannot imagine what these 'boys' have been through,
  
  let's hope that we never have to experience such times...
  
  xxx
  j
  killea: Thank you, my dear man
  xx
  j
• Vansion
  shit ... previous feedback lost... I'll try to rewrite it tomorrow and send it by mail...
  killea: Please do, it was a little abrupt. thanks for fb.
  xxx\
  j
• eleni
  I don't know if you ever read a book of Julliet Marillier, she writes historical fantasy books and this poem reminds me of one of her ancient celtic stories, love it! :)
  killea: Thank you so much Eleni
  xx
  j
• KapiteinSeBBos
  very nice poem, June!
  
  great!
  
  big hugs,
  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
  killea: thank you, mon Capitain
  xxx
  j
• yellow
  It could be a poem about a fatherfigure,
  M.
  xxx
  killea: thank you darling
  xx
  j
• GoNo2
  Als binnenkomer sta je op gelijke voet met mij !
  killea: Thank you darling
  xx
  j