Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

A Truce Hovers In the Air

An uneasy truce hovers in the air
    combatants tense, no soldier dares
  to catch a minute's sleep
    the price of that, far too steep  

  Minutes pass, they feel like hours
    searchlights flare o'er watchtowers
  The truce so far's held half a night
    soldiers curse to mask their fright...

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Michael Tor February 4, 2023 at 7:47 PM What they go through is humanities darkest hour. They fight in a fight chosen for them, their cause is not theirs, and their life given up doesnt effect those behind the chaos only control and depopulation and death.

Kim Rodrigues February 2, 2023 at 5:59 PM The fear is palpable in your poem! Gershon Wolf February 3, 2023 at 1:47 PM How the word-creators have wrecked 'Pal Pablo!' lol.

Panagiota Romios February 2, 2023 at 2:28 AM Truce’s? I remember the many in Israel. Yeah they didn’t last long, did they? The PA determined to destroy Israel at any cost! Omar woukd do it in a flash Pangit x Gershon Wolf February 3, 2023 at 1:46 PM I think they misspelled truce and agreed to a 'trice,' as the truce would be over in a trice...