The War Was Over – Free Verse Wordleing – April 18, 2016

How could I have forgotten
The miles of old whining telegraph wires
That stretched across the land
Sending good news and bad –
Of course that’s all gone now,
Down the worm-hole of time –
We forget what the world was like back then…

I walked down a lane plastered
With red, white and blue flags –
People like ants applauded and threw confetti
I wore my green jeans and matching shoes
(My first fashion collection was
Based upon this memory
— Remember …
The green feathers in Martha’s hair?)
Now we could rest – after the sight
Of the shell-shocked soldiers with their
Loose minds and knife creased pants.
The war was over ...

While we were dining, father spoke of the war.
(That night
I dreamt of Japanese soldiers rattling

Bolted doors and bayonetting wounded soldiers,
The sight roiled my stomach but I couldn’t wake-up
And I ran afraid as the fronds hit my face –
It was something I wanted to forget)
Something I’ll never forget –
He told us that he was in the jungle
Running lost and scared –
And heard the whining of mosquitoes
Like telegraph lines
Back home,
They used to cross the land.

© G.s.k. ‘16
Note: This is a poem about memories … most of the memories aren’t my own actually, but things I remember hearing other people say … except for the dream … I had that dream and it was very vivid,  when I was 5 years old, after my father told us about his war experience in the Philippines, where we’d just come to live. What has always intrigued me was the clarity of the dream … I’d never seen Japanese soldiers nor how they were dressed … but I remember seeing them in my dream and remembering their uniforms – which I only saw a few years later in a film.

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NaPoWriMo: Day 17 Smorgasbord Sunday

Sunday's Whirligig - Whirligig 44

Sunday’s Whirligig – Whirligig #55

 

Sunday’s Whirligig: Wordle #55
The Sunday Whirligig

green, blue, red, shoes, loose, pants,
dining, ants, good, news, miles, whining

 

 

 

Wordle 246

Wordle 247

 

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #247
The Sunday Whirl

forget, stretch, rest, left, hole, lost,
sight, first, shell, feathers, rattle, old

NaPoWriMo: Day 14 – Late – April 15, 2016

spring flowers

in the morning of time
the child arose smiling
birds sang in the trees

walking down the path
as each new spring day begins
the perfume is sweet

these silver dew drops
twinkle under the new sun
life’s precious gems

why rock the old cradle
certainly no child lies here
except in memory

listen to these notes:
they are the keys of my soul
or so you tell me
although written long ago
for a moon long forgotten

© G.s.k. ‘16

 

1sojournal – NaPoWriMo: Day 14 – Words: child, walk, silver, cradle, keys, moon

I didn’t write on my blog at all yesterday and so this is a day late.

Secret Keeper Promt # 37 – April 15, 2016

oh my gentle friend
as we sit looking into space
this event called life
moves throughout eternity
with neither reason nor aim

© G.s.k. ‘16

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NASA Researchers: DNA Building Blocks Can Be Made in Space: “NASA-funded researchers have evidence that some building blocks of DNA, the molecule that carries the genetic instructions for life, found in meteorites were likely created in space.”

The Secret Keeper – Weekly Writing Prompt #32 Week:  5 Words: | SPACE | FRIEND | EVENT | MOVE | AIM |

1sojournal – NaPoWriMo: Day 15