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He looked the same
He came back
he looked the same
a little older around the eyes
from the shrapnel his leg a little lame
wearing medals of courage
he need have no shame
with dignity
he buried his comrade
no excessive emotion
was ever displayed
the sun was high
he sought out the shade
he made love
to his patient wife
with intensity
no frills, raw, gripping life
his long silences
cut like a knife
lost spontaneity, the cheeky grin
would come back soon they said
in no time at all
he'll pick up the thread
no-one saw
the internal tears he shed
he embraced his mother
he could not confide
squeezed his child
so hard she cried
assured his wife
everything's fine, he lied
he walked into the sea
with determined stride
he had come back, and looked the same.....
feedback van andere lezers- klaver4
I don't read compassion in this, only sadness, important things that got lost in the brutal war of sexes, of missed compassion! When people don't own themselves and follow a life-story of someone else who forfaited their own lives, and handed over their problems to their offspring (probaby written incorrectly, but hey, look at the clock....;o).
Touching and moving June. Straight to the bone!
Summary for me of this poem would have to be: please, addressee, shift gear!
In recent weeks I've re-learned - perhaps remembered would be a better word, I don't know actually, I'm walking on eggs last couple of weeks - one thing: I only live once, perhaps more, but that eventually is for time to tell....
Take care June!
Nice bitter-sweet very layered poem!!!
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Dicky killea: Thank you Dicky. Yes, the poem has many layers, but was actually inspired by a Dutch film I recently watched "Stella's Oorlog" about the war in Uruzgan. Will mail you on Sunday.
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j - Zingendevleugel
zeer schone letters mooi! in ritme inhoudelijk zonnig xx killea: many thanks
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j - ivo
ik lees ironie en een opgegeten mens, die zijn menszijn ergens heeft achtergelaten en als een onverschillige huls zijn leven verder zet, maar feitelijk al lang is overleden ... heel mooi neergezet June (zo lees ik het toch ...) killea: Ja zo is het, Ivo
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j - ppe
poetisch vind ik het een beetje langdraadig maar qua inhoud wel sterk killea: Thank you ppe
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j - lin
Mooi poëtisch verwoord wat die verschrikkelijke oorlog kan veroorzaken. Uiteraard in meerdere opzichten te lezen.
Lees je mijn gedicht Verweggistan eens? Dat gaat over een ander aspect van de oorlog, vanuit een kind bezien,
liefs lin killea: Thank you lin, will look at your poem immediately
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j - alie_jankind
Pijnlijk dit vers.
Voor mij mag het wel de helft korter,
het gedicht leent zich er goed voor om het krachtiger neer te zetten, wie weet kun je er zelfs twee verzen van maken.
hartelijke groet killea: Many thanks Alie, also for the good advice
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j - tessy
heel mooi killea: Thank you Tessy
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j - jan
war what is it good for..
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j killea: Nothing, darling, absolutely nothing
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j - elpe
"his long silences - cut like a knife"
is voor mij een doordenker waard.
elpe killea: many thanks, elpe
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j - Mistaker
Reminds me of the movie Le retour de Martin Guerre.
So sad...
Greta xx killea: Thank you Greta
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j - jamal
scars often spoken, mostly dead..
so strong written June, deep respect!
xxx killea: Many thanks, Jamal
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j - yellow
always moving poems
M. killea: Thank you Marc
xx
j
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