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The Fallen…

A friend asked that I write a poem about this photo.  I wrote it from three different views.

Eight Carry the One –  is the voice of the soldiers carrying the casket

The Passing is the voice of the family watching

Deliver Me  – is the voice of the departed soldier

 

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EIGHT CARRY THE ONE

We are eight

Who carry one

The one’s whose duty

Is now done

 

We carry you

Upon our shoulder

Because of you

We get to grow older

 

This cargo of ours

This hero inside

We carry with honor

We carry with pride

 

As we lay to rest

One of our best

We honor those

For this life they choose

 

Its time to sleep

So close your eyes

Soar with angels

Above blue skies

 

Now at peace

But not alone

Not going away

Just going home

 

 

THE PASSING

As I watched

Them carry you

I began to weep

My heart in two

 

Is it dark

Where you are

Are you near

Or are you far

 

When it came

Was it swift

Did you suffer

Any of it

 

Your loss

I shall mourn

And celebrate

That you were born

 

A folded flag

Is what they give

To signify

The life you live

 

It’s not enough

It’s just not fair

That here I stand

While you lie there

 

 

DELIVER ME

Is it morning

Noon or night

Is there darkness

Or daylight

 

Here I lie

Inside this womb

To be inserted

Into a tomb

 

I am not hurt

Or suffer pain

Upon a stone

They’ll write my name

 

Not angry

Nor afraid

I’m content

With choices made

 

Send the word

To me now

Show your light

Show me how

 

One last request

I ask of thee

Protect the ones

Who deliver me

 

 

-peace

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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FALLING…

As I lay here in the grass, looking up at the clouds. I am so relaxed. I cannot remember the last time I felt so at ease. Looking at the white puffs as they sail past me makes me wish I could be up there, just for a moment. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?  The wind is so soft and it whispers like music just for me as it caresses my face, my hair and my soul. I feel as if this is a special wind, in a special moment, just for me.

I close my eyes and suddenly I feel lighter, the images of the soft clouds beneath me fills my eyes.  The wind holds me and cradles me like a mother would a small child. Protecting me from all the hurt.  I ride the breeze, this wind, this moment.

Ahhhh, but I know it will not last, I know this wind I ride will have to end.

Will I fall when it is over, will I drop to the hardness below?

What can I do?

Will it hurt? I am scared, I am frightened and I am excited all at the same time. I am more alive now than I have ever been before. This wind, this new life, this right now.

I can feel it slowing down, settling in, I am starting to rise, as if I was a small wave that is begging to collapse into foam.

Now I begin my decent, my fall. With eyes closed, my body wanting to cover itself, so as to accept the impact. I am ready, I am ready…

Wait, why haven’t I felt the ground yet ?

I open my eyes one at a time, peeking at my hands, my body. I am not falling. I AM NOT FALLING?

WHY….what is that? It’s all around me, is it more wind. NO I can hear this, it’s, it’s…..

Butterflies, millions of butterflies…

Hahahahahahaha,,,they are carrying me down to earth, floating me downward, dancing around me, caressing me, like my wind did just moments ago.

I wish you could all feel this, it’s beautiful. They are singing to me. Their song is my song. A song of the heart, my heart

I reach my hand out into the madness of their flying to and fro.

I am back on the ground.

 

The falling was better then the flying.

 

 

This touching drawing is by a new friend Kara Simpson. She sent it to me along with these words.

“Hi, my name is Kara Simpson, i draw and this is one of my very first drawing i ever did and it would mean a lot if you wrote a story about this.”

THE HALF BLIND DATE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

“RING,RING”, went the phone in the cabin of Shelia’s houseboat. “Okay Okay I’m coming,” Shelia yelled as she reached over the bunk bed/kitchen table to get to the pink princess phone in the center of the boats cabin. Phone in hand and half out of breath she spoke, “Hello?”

“Hi is this Shelia?” asked the voice on the other end.

“Yes it is,” Shelia replied ,“who’s calling please?”

“Hi My name is Eddie, I’m Alan’s friend, and he gave me your phone number. Alan did tell you about me didn’t he?” Eddie asked hesitantly, Eddie was very nervous about meeting someone new. With him being a Pirate on the open seas, he really never had time for a girlfriend. His sword buckling scars and the loss of his left eye always scared woman off.

Shelia said to herself for a moment, Eddie, Eddie, “Oh my, she exclaimed, yes, yes Eddie, Alan’s friend, of course. I’m sorry the call took me by surprise.” Shelia started thinking to herself “I hate these blind dates; you never know anything about the other person”.

Eddie started talking,” I guess our friends thought we might get along?”

He sounds polite enough, she thought. Shelia suddenly realized that they had been talking for almost 2 hours, laughing and joking about previous blind dates and experiences they have had. Eddie really sounded like a great guy; she was happy and relaxed for a change. Shelia smiled at the prospect of getting along with someone. It had been so long since her tragic boating accident that anyone would even give her a second glance these days. Most folks just stared at her when she walked into town to get supplies. The two of them acted like teenagers on the phone talking about their favorite music and their mutual love of sailing. Before she knew it they were sharing everything about themselves, well almost everything. Shelia didn’t have the courage to tell Eddie everything about herself. She wasn’t ready to tell him about what had happened that fateful day last year on her boat. Thinking to herself, “How do you tell someone you just met that you lost your right eye and that you now have to wear an eye patch?

 

This incredibly thought engaging artwork was submitted by our good friend Edilio Cicostile http://ediliociclostile.wordpress.com/

 

The words and the title “The Half Blind Date” is from my brain as I wrote this story.http://sobnyc.wordpress.com/

I hope you all enjoy it… Steve

 

-Peace

 

 

 

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