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Black Prism

Idyllic color photographs of my family, my mother's golden beehive elegantly arranged on her head, I was a kid in the shredded, bleeding 60's, black and white newspaper photos, newsreels of the Vietnam War, too young American soldiers, losing life brothers, then, many, fallen themselves, some dying after the war, thousands of the generation gone, the U.S. flag draped caskets, my tears of a child's respect. What stateside American could celebrate a birthday, ever again, mourning suffocates, sears, tightens my throat, to the Vietnam veteran at the traveling replica of the Vietnam War Memorial Wall, I couldn't speak, I closed down as my words left me, my heart in its crimson center of bereavement became so heavy, I'm so sorry, forgive me, I recall our unfinished conversation, you're always in my thoughts, and all my days and nights are dispersed in a black prism of sorrow, war is a thunderous wanton wretch of a bastard.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




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Date: 4/8/2021 11:26:00 AM
You have penned this so accurately, the horrified feelings and memories came instantly into my head, making this 1969 again! "I was a kid in the shredded, bleeding 60's, black and white newspaper photos, newsreels of the Vietnam War," Wow!
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Date: 4/1/2021 5:32:00 PM
Powerful penning about a regrettable piece of America's history; we were at its epicenter, unfortunately. :) gw
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Date: 3/31/2021 5:58:00 AM
Impressive write about that infamous episode of American history. Fortunately, I was too young to be drafted back then.
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Date: 3/30/2021 7:46:00 PM
Wow, so powerful is this poem, Regina, what amazes me is the fact, when questioned no one wants war, yet we have figure heads of despots around the planet, One man! that would sent thousands if not millions to their death for their own personal glory...Again brilliant poem.
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Date: 3/30/2021 4:46:00 PM
War is an atrocity , and we can never forget the scythe that cut the flesh, your words are deep and effective, your feelings sit on the readers mind long after the last word has been cast. Thank you for sharing your pen, sending prayers and hugs your way dear one
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Date: 3/30/2021 4:05:00 AM
So sad... sorrow sighing throughtout... God bless you my friend. Love to you, Gina
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