Fulfilment Poem by Robert Nichols

Fulfilment

Rating: 3.0


Was there love once? I have forgotten her.
Was there grief once? Grief yet is mine.
Other loves I have, men rough, but men who stir
More grief, more joy, than love of thee and thine.

Faces cheerful, full of whimsical mirth,
Lined by the wind, burned by the sun;
Bodies enraptured by the abounding earth,
As whose children we are brethern: one.

And any moment may descend hot death
To shatter limbs! Pulp, tear, blast
Belovèd soldiers who love rough life and breath
Not less for dying faithful to the last.

O the fading eyes, the grimed face turned bony,
Oped mouth gushing, fallen head,
Lessening pressure of a hand, shrunk, clammed and stony!
O sudden spasm, release of the dead!

Was there love once? I have forgotten her.
Was there grief once? Grief yet is mine.
O loved, living, dying, heroic soldier,
All, all my joy, my grief, my love, are thine.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 27 January 2016

With the muse of your sweet love. Thanks for sharing.

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Manonton Dalan 27 January 2016

love that's beautiful/////

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Kim Barney 27 January 2016

A soldier whose love of his comrades and his duty has made him forget his lady love. Well written.

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Anil Kumar Panda 27 January 2016

Such a wonderful poetry! ! Like to read again and again.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 27 January 2016

Wonderfully penned beautiful poem with rhyme and meaning. Thanks for sharing.10 points.

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M Asim Nehal 27 January 2016

O loved, living, dying, heroic soldier, All, all my joy, my grief, my love, are thine. Fantastic........

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