by James Love | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
Cold. Afraid and alone. Lost in the blankets of darkness. Life slowly seeps from the wounds. Where now were my comrades? Who would now comfort me? I see my mother’s face smell her sweet fragrance. Her tender embrace, brings brief warmth. But not for my body only my...
by James Love | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
What say you Knight Templar? Does this war bring forth forgotten memories? Does that dammed sand, still fly. Bite and infest the cup? Centuries have passed, Though, the cause is still the same? That flag that with cross and colour, That flew night and day. This now...
by James Love | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
Mist, in from the sea. Rain, on the hills and the mountains. Death, in the valleys. Echoing screams of birds. Wind rushingthrough the sound. Ripples,on the waters. Spray, on their wings. Talons, touch and strike. Flicking, like a salmon’s tail. The specks fly. While...
by James Love | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
Tracer lit the night while the screams of the dying were drowned out by the exploding shells no longer cold or wet no thoughts of hunger. Just a surge, a rush the body’d come alive.
by James Love | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
You, with your neat picket fence And freshly mown lawn. Where only the occasional daisy Pokes through. Sedately content You survey your domain. While I, ignored by the passing thrall I sit on this dusty plain My withered limbs Say it all Too sick to move I await...
