Vetern's Day...

by Siegfried Sassoon

I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.

In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.

towriteagain

i fathom despairing feathers
that lace along the waters edge
keeping time with the deep color of the current
a rush of air then lifts
them higher

your blessings
my easy goodbye--
what is the word . . .?
I need
another word for goodby that means
"oh-how-i-hate-to-see-you-leave-and-feel-the-cool-distance"
a word that means
i love you so muh
our parting makes me come just
a little apart, when i too, turn
to leave.
our back echo that unexisting word.

perhaps laughing
is like rising, like growing
from the inside out

put back your wounds and pardon your past
rest in comfort
for your battle
is already won

snow.
they are flakes of history
i saw them outside your window.
three years of love, or so,
the seasons themselves attest

just because it is hard,
does not mean it is not
the right thing

you have always been
the right thing