David Smalling Poet Quatrain

Dambu Lui Gaf

Go to Dambu Lui Gaf, I told them
    Climb some hills and lose some breath.
    Lie in a shrine, on wet grass, I told them
        The earth is not fully peopled yet ...
     And so many now are young and dying
         The young dies fast and furiously.
    And old men with broken hearts are crying
       My Pavel is dead, he died so violently 
     
     Old Platanov, go back to Dambu Lui Gaf
     When the opiate mist of morning is gone
       Let her fall in the grass, let her laugh
      Again, like Sandy Booker and his fawn.
  There are too many wars, and too few lovers
      Open the borders of the flaming sword
      O climb the hills, and smell the flowers
     Young Pavel died and the silence is heard.

   I have counted enough bodies, I told them
       Like the spectre of birds in far sunset
Love put put his four stars in his eyes, I told them
      At the top of Dambu Lui Gaf no regret

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Debbie Guzzi April 8, 2009 at 11:16 AM such hunger and longing I will google Dambu Lui Gaf & find it! (line 6 die?) I have a photo of a field of red poppies this would go great with may I use it? Light & Love Debbie

Frank F. Atanacio April 7, 2009 at 12:01 PM my goodness this was good-- I could never compare to such masterful writing

James Marshall Goff April 7, 2009 at 11:03 AM incredible images! David! Jim

Carolyn Devonshire April 7, 2009 at 10:36 AM How true that "There are too many wars, and too few lovers." The powerless feeling of the "old men" is captured well here. All of us who remain behind feel helpless. You certainly have a way of painting vivid images, David!