First World War Poetry

As Wilfred Owen wrote in the introduction to his anthology of First World War poetry, published shortly before his death in 1918. "There is no poetry in war, only pity, and the poetry is in the pity."

This is a wonderful collection of the greatest poetry from World War I. Among the poets are the aforementioned Owen, Robert Graves, Siegfried Sassoon, Rupert Brook and  Rudyard Kipling.

This anthology brings together the patriotic, the heroic and the tragic face of war poetry.

I cannot say it is beautiful, much of the poetry is hard and ripped by the struggle of life in the trenches of France and Flanders, but it does tear your heart with the pity of it all. And as Owen said, there lies the poetry.

In Darkness

In darkness do I wander,
searching for? I wonder?
For the dearest love to ponder,
Are you there? Lover or a bounder?

To steal my heart? I wonder
Or break my heart assunder.
Love me now and tender,
For your love is a wonder.

Dance with me a polka,
As we did when younger.
Brush away this fever
My darling dancing Diva.

Blindness: A Haiku

Bright, Blackness, Taps along.

Touching faces seeing no more.

Grey ghosts file by. Blind.

A Short Story of the Apocolypse

Popalotl is a mason of the highest order. No-one in the Mayan world can carve stone like he can.

He takes pride in his work and the High Priest of the Temple of the Sun knows where to go when he needs five great calendars for the new Temple of the Sun.

Popalotl knows his work will receive acclaim for eternity. Taking a break at the end of a long week Popalotl ...

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Memories of Hope

A rose red sky,
Here you lie.
No slumbering dreams
Your beauty seems
Fading now,
Your silken hair,
Takes my tear.

Cold are your eyes
As you gaze to the skies.
Faded now
The dream somehow
Where did you go?
Where I can not follow.
Once we walked the hill
Where I sit still.
Gazing o'er the distant shore.

Then under the rosen sky,
May I one day lie.
Feel the breeze
Beneath those trees.
Feel you near
Against my side.
And watch again the flowing tide.