Helmet Is On De Floor.. Poem by svetlana savrasova
Helmet Is On De Floor..
helmet is on de floor
u r going to war
i will stay in this peace
decomposing piece by piece
by the long waiting
dreaming of mating
an by crying ‘No! Niet! ’
when i see another helmet
a helmet...just a simple..but a very durable thing..protects not just the head..but of the love ones..i remember..a wife exclaimed when his dead husband arrived home wrapped in flag cloth..she shouted...'What's the use of the flag..when the flagpole is already gone! ! ! '
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4/19/2024 5:51:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Svetlana, simple, powerful imagery with alliterative echoes - this poem works well. Rgds, Ivan