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    Hunchback Monasteries - with Drieks

    They rise like the bones of an old, drowned god—tilt slightly, whispering to the tide.Hunchbacked monasteries on the lagoon,bell towers, slender as heron necks.Monks move shadow-thin through cloisters,chants dissolving into the mist.Screeching vespers over swaying boats,lanterns flicker—small, defiant suns.Salt...

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    O long married companions.

    Long married companions, bodies altered by the slow rivers of years,flesh softened, hair silvered, eyes deepened with unseen storms.He sits content in the quiet grass of doing little,she surges forever onward, busy with the world's endless motions,Going, doing, planning...

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    • This is one outstanding write Peter. Well said and very well detailed.

    • This is quietly heartbreaking and beautifully observed—love and life in parallel lines.

    • Such good writing Peter. So often, couples won’t acknowledge the other until one day there’s one less partner to walk through life with. Death hits hard and the regret of not sharing openly the feelings that still linger underneath.

      Your poem narrates characters in a story of their lives. They live through your words. This is so well done.

    • Thank you Thomas and Tim for your thoughtful and kind remarks.
      I share most of my writing with anyone other than my wife.I wonder how much great poets of the past shared works with their partners.

      🙏

    • Powerfully penned, Peter. Excellent write my friend. This is amazing storytelling at its finest. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • This is sad and the description of how things even though you are doing what you must day to day you forget that the partner must be taking care of just like everyone and everything else

    • This is probably the way it is for most older couples. Yet always at least parallel, not veering away. Close enough for a hand to hold, to acknowledge the other. I envy that, to have someday. Just to know I am not ever really alone. As bittersweet as it can seem, it is also a reward unto itself. That commitment to stay so near, even if it seems a bit far at times. Hearts have a way…
      Wonderful write. Poignant and pin-point.

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    Caught in the Crossfire

    (1983) …I’m running scared, I’m running fast, I’m running for my lifeWhile soldiers fire from the left and rebels shoot from the rightThe sound of death is a deafening boom from all the bloody strifeBut as a  nine-year-old boy, it...

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    • Powerfully penned, Wally. A very heartfelt write my friend. Thanks so much for sharing. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • Thank you Damian.
        It’s an impressionable memory that still seems vivid in my mind from time to time. Either way, I’m glad to be here and share with others.

    • This had my heart pounding for you. That is something I would never want for anyone to experience in their lives. It does happen though.

      • Hi Fia,
        It all happened so fast and yet the memory of it is still fresh in my mind after so many years. Now that I read books and stories I’m baffled at how bad (or worse) it was for others. There is a movie coming out later this year about one of these massacres. I wrote a piece about it while at DU but I know the movie will tell the heartbreaking story in detail.

    • Sometimes I’m a little partial to war and the suffering because of it. The futility of the common soldier and civilians. it’s never glamorous and never without suffrage. You wrote it well.

      • Thank you so much Styxian.
        The damage it does to people as a society has long lasting consequences. As I was telling Fia in the previous comment, the movie coming out later this year will tell more of the stories. We must always learn our history to see where we’ve been so we see the signs ahead.
        Hope you’re doing well.

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    Rhythm of Cello Bow

    The wood of cello's bow clinging,with the rhythm of a coffin's nail, knocking bone to bone...Echoing that I am coming,before the screaming,of my departed soul.

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    • The bow scratching across the strings mimicking a hammer pounding the nail. The dark of the coffin; the escape from this life to somewhere else…Incredibly dark and spooky. I get a real haunting vibe out of this. As though walking down a cloudy road next to a cemetery and hearing a scream, yet seeing nothing. Only silence. Awesome poem!

    • Thank you, Tim.

    • Powerfully penned, Adagio. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

  • Forget it!

    I didn't ask to be a doctor of your writingnor of your lost personality,I didn't ask to be anythingand I don't want you, nor do I like you...nor do I care about you... I want to forget. I get lost...

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