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A Soldier's Plight, Memorial Day

A Soldier’s Plight We move alone surrounded in plain sight Wanderers in the present, future, past Invisibly we share a soldier’s plight A pebble in the vision of their night A shadow just outside the livings grasp We move alone surrounded in plain sight Sad echo of the tin-clad fallen knight Heroes, adrift in life’s unfeeling lapse, Invisibly we share a soldier’s plight Our eyes cast down, our scarred hands clenching tight Warriors, still responding to the task, We move alone surrounded in plain sight We share the bond of those condemned to fight Old battles that still haunt their daytime naps Invisibly we share a soldier’s plight Our shadows pass with simple nod of kin Acknowledging, in loneliness, a friend. We move alone surrounded in plain sight Invisibly we share a soldier’s plight. John G. Lawless 5/26/2014

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Date: 8/14/2015 8:42:00 PM
This is not a villanelle. This is a triple villanelle: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/a_focus_on_insane_love_699666 This is the defination of a villanelle: http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/poetic-form-villanelle
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Date: 5/26/2015 10:36:00 PM
It is good to go here and contemplate what a soldier's ghost might feel. We can't acknowledge him even on Memorial Day, but we can imoralize him in poetry. Thanks for sharing him! S. Hale
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Date: 5/26/2014 9:52:00 AM
A beautifully written tribute!!! Directly into my fav it goes!!!
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John Lawless
Date: 5/27/2015 7:07:00 AM
Robert, I'm a bit late responding to this comment. It found its way into the Poetrysoup limbo until Sherry commented on it this year. A belated thanks. I had another Memorial Day Poem read at a Memorial Day service by my daughter who just retired. Sadly, taps is still played way too often.

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