Thursday, February 6, 2014

Soldier

I will not be the one
To follow you around, waiting;
Which is why
I left the party early
Marching into the winter night like a soldier,
Head held high, heart sinking.
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4 comments:

  1. UnknownFebruary 8, 2014 at 8:02 PM

    Been there. Great poem!!

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  2. PeterFebruary 8, 2014 at 8:04 PM

    Nice, I like the economy of this one. It paints a picture with only a few brushstrokes.

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  3. AnonymousFebruary 9, 2014 at 3:40 PM

    You're so talented Kath! I had some problems with translating this poem for Polish, but I understand this. Great! :)

    http://my-paradise320.blogspot.com/

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  4. TonyFebruary 14, 2014 at 2:24 PM

    I agree with Peter. An entire story, perhaps even a novel, is captured within 31 words.

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