Safety and fear intertwine
Corruption abided by rules and regulation
All the while, the swain tramps across the fen
to swear allegiance under the gibbous moon
The waif, brunette hair matted by neglect, slinks into the corner
of a garage filled with weapons she can not name
Her lilliputian life, the perfect cover
to grasp all that had once been taboo
Once a place where fields of wildflowers grew with abandon
it is now a graveyard of bombshells and bodies
War has come to paradise
The blind man still sings in the marketplace,
his melodious song not heard by mawkish children scrounging for food
Each man is loyal to his cause
Each cause slurps men into a cauldron of demise
Turn signals misused to guide them down devious path
as captains pester those that dare decline
As old as the ages, this urge to fight
claiming the young, the infirm, the charmed, the disillusioned
Corruption abided by rules and regulation
Safety and fear intertwine
photo: Flickr/loren chipman
prompts: OctPoWriMo, WordPress Daily Post, MLMM Wordle 174, #TLPoetry
*One of today’s prompts asked us to think of our fears. These days, the prospect of war is one of the things that keeps me up at night.
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Thank you. This is much on the minds of many of us. xoA
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Great use of the words and a powerful tale you created, enjoyed where you took me and giving me something to think about.
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Thank you!
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Extremely powerful.
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Thank you
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It seems a bit weird to be thinking on my comment, after reading the one preceding it – and acknowledging the perspectives etc. but that’s a different story altogether.
Anyhow, you’ve done a brilliant job with this week’s wordle – certainly have used it in a creative way – telling a story that so far, is unique from all the other entries. I certainly wasn’t expecting this – but then, I never expect anything as such, never knowing how content will come to be created – so this makes for interesting reading for me (and others too).
I really like how you’ve penned this – it has strength and power, and in some ways, a quiet dignity. Well done and thanks for playing this week’s wordle. 🙂
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Thank you. I combined it with another prompt that asked us to consider our fears. I wish sometimes that I did more light or funny poetry but that does not seem to be my lane. 😊 I do love the wordles!
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I also want to mention that I thought Andrew’s words were incredibly moving and I appreciate the opportunity for conversation.
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Thank you so much…I appreciate the conversation too.
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Never apologize for your content – ever. You write what you need to write – whether it’s more serious, or light-hearted – if you’re writing from your “place of truth” – then that’s all that matters.
(I understand, my content is often heavy slices of dark – or then extreme opposite and totally “nonsensical” – but mostly dark,)
And remember, your content isn’t necessarily a reflection of who you are in “real time” life – it’s what it is. So no worries.
Glad that you enjoy the wordles – and you did a good job with the OctoPo prompt. War and fear and destruction at the push of button is heavy on the minds of many, especially those of us so far removed from other parts of the world.
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Thank you 😊
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War was my profession, and I can but quote Housman:
These, in the day when Heaven was falling,
the hour when Earth’s foundation’s fled,
followed their mercenary calling
and took their wages, and are dead.
Their shoulders held the sky suspended;
they stood, and Earth’s foundations stay.
What God abandoned, these defended
and saved the sum of things for pay.
We went where governments declined to go; we fought for the innocents whose lives were deemed worthless, and we brought the light of muzzle-flash to lift the darkness of fear.
We kicked down Hell’s door, rolled in a few frags, and went in to kill everything standing.
We were paid in tortillas and beans, and many of my brothers lie where they fell, unremarked and unremembered.
For money, and for doing the right thing when no one else would.
When I die, God will send me out again. Another world, another war. I don’t need Heaven. I am at home in Hell.
Either we all go home, or no one does.
https://blessed-are-the-pure-of-heart.blogspot.com/2017/10/your-dying-spouse-384-readings-for.html
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Powerful, powerful words. Thanks for sharing. It’s amazing how we perceive things. Mine was from a place of fear. Yours, from experience. That in itself is a valuable lesson. Thank you.
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