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This is a place to “talk” poetry with someone who has loved it all her life. I have a true passion for the possibilities of poetry and would love to hear your thoughts and/or read your poem. I will be happy to offer my reaction to your work and, based on over 40 years of teaching poetry, organizing, and conducting poetry workshops, working as a book review editor for an international poetry magazine, authoring five books of poetry and two textbooks on teaching poetry, send along my thoughts on ways to make your poem stronger and more impactful.
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Your friend in poetry, Susan
FEATURED POEM
They came-
All at once, straight ahead
Valiant self started to deplete~
Looked at my fellow comrades,
Dauntless and intrepid look buried their distress and anxiety filled eyes.
Yet- repentance never impeded its way.
Anticipation to procure the war,
was alone a mindless thought?
Battleground thronging with gunshots~
Smokes and ashes everywhere I turn to fight,
Unveiled my face with conviction to nothing but a mere soul.
"Among thy fears did I feel,
Nor, misery! did I know till then,
Petrified to elude from me
What love I bore to thee"
And she, I cherish linger'd upon herself.
Her letters' comfort concealed me within firm spirit;
For there I needed it, when I set my sail off to war.
'Tis blood covered o'er the path,
Bodies of comrades laid down,
Some crying upon torment and pain,
Some simply left with a bland body.
Voices of their sorrowful weep filled up the air,
With clouds darkening and crows howering;
whilst the battle continued at its peak.
Amidst the image of fatal and killing,
want'd this battle to end;
'Tis with a loud thud that ceased.
Tried to keep my hope up,
while her picture float'd away into the light.
and as I opened my arms to the fragile colours.