Joseph May Poet Quatrain

Black Smoke Rising

His boots are trekking  through a foreign land
 Rifle ready to deliver death....
 But it's his blood that stains the desert sand
  And it's there he draws his final breath

 Bullets fly along a lonely desert road
 As soldiers fight hard to survive
 Another IED explodes
 Causing more to lose their lives

 As the battle rages on
 They radio for air support
 Soon their enemies will be gone
 Blown away in war's distort

 In a town not far away
 They see black smoke rise
 The town is now a ruin of gray
 As jets go roaring cross the sky

 Dead bodies are strewn on the ground
 As they look on with merciless eyes
 Death echoes all around
 As they hear the children cry

 5/21/17

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Heidi Sands July 23, 2017 at 7:37 AM Very powerful this is Joseph. You have shown it well and it fully reaches the reader.

Connie Marcum Wong June 4, 2017 at 2:22 PM Wow Joseph, this is written with such realism it had me tearing up. We have to find a better way than war. I was very moved by this excellent entry and I hope it gets top rewards. : )

John Michaels May 24, 2017 at 1:59 AM A powerful piece, Joseph. The black smoke is particularly ominous. Well written! Good luck with the contest. Regards, John.

Paul Callus May 23, 2017 at 12:51 PM Joseph, you vividly describe war and its victims, including children. Of course, as always, peace is the biggest victim. // paul

Anne-Lise Andresen May 23, 2017 at 3:32 AM - A sad truth, great written Joseph - Good luck in the contest - Have a lovely day - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Andrea Dietrich May 21, 2017 at 6:16 PM This one has quite an impact, Joseph. Very well done. I wonder if we can submit oldies. I just thought of one I Have on the war. I hope yours scores!!

John Hamilton May 21, 2017 at 3:46 PM wow Joseph, this is powerful writing on a never ending scene, that seems to play over and over, very vivid imagery! Look forward to when there will be no more war!

Eve Roper May 21, 2017 at 2:22 PM A war scene well done, Joseph, good luck in the contest. ~*

Lenna Walker May 21, 2017 at 10:57 AM The ravages of war are never ending it seems. A sad state of the human kind. Well written Joseph

Jan Allison May 21, 2017 at 10:56 AM your vivid imagery from start to finish sent shivers down my spine Joseph:-( hugs Jan xx7