Lady Labyrinth Poet Free verse

Battlefields

"Battlefields"



Life is a battlefield
we have no choice
in choosing our wars
they come to us 
like magnets 
eventually fate
plays its thorns

we wear its crown
there is no strategy
except that of surviving
or turning in 
all our cards
the days we play
and like to number

the needle of that 
sweet jazz record
repeats our glitches 
the mother be our moon
and stars she swears 
sweet revenge 
each of us by name

through blood
we ferociously deny 
our combat entrance
but oh hear our 
sturdy arrival cry
victorious and 
recalcitrant 

battlefield faces 
of the children
coming in fresh washed 
and worn, little deaths 
just before the dawn 
eventually open the door
the desks all aligned 

but it’s never sweet 
nor neat in war
disordered we entreat 
all numbered
for our lessons
silence like murder
settles in hustling

new fangs for blood 
replace 
the novice milk teeth

(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)




"the moon through the trees"/ XavieRinato
https://youtu.be/86cJsFUT6Tw






7 
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Symbolism_of_the_number_7

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Paula Goldsmith January 21, 2022 at 1:20 PM You are so right when you say, "The most important 6 inches on the Battlefield, is between your ears." "Years ago everyone had common sense. Then many had book sense. Today no one has any sense. Everyone has gone crazy." I am working on a write about this. Have a great day/weekend............... Lady Labyrinth January 21, 2022 at 3:40 PM true...and for some six inches is less than ideal, but enough to get you into a whole lot of trouble. ;)

Lady Labyrinth January 21, 2022 at 1:38 AM "The most important 6 inches on the Battlefield, is between your ears."

Lady Labyrinth January 21, 2022 at 1:37 AM "Do you know what would hold me together on a battlefield? The sense that I was perpetuating the language in which Keats and the rest of them wrote." Wilfred Owen Lady Labyrinth January 21, 2022 at 1:39 AM "Love is a Battlefield". Benatar.