Emile Pinet Poet Quatrain

Dangerous To Dream

Behind a veil of darkness,
twinkling lights, confetti Night.
And yet, these constellations,
are an unfamiliar sight.

I miss home the most at Dusk:
when memories feel so real.
And I am free to write you,
and share everything I feel.

It's said God loved desert sands,
and His love lingers there still.
But, just thinking about God
feels weird: when sent here to kill.

I got letters from strangers:
saying they were proud of me.
And yet, despite what they write:
my conscience won't let me be.

I would love to talk to you
instead of scribbling down lines.
But it's dangerous to dream,
amongst the bullets and mines.

When stationed in a war zone,
it's unwise to let thoughts roam.
And on sighting a shooting star,
I make a wish: to go home.

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Line Gauthier May 25, 2018 at 8:37 PM Awesome poem from the perspective of a soldier, Emile.

Arlene Smith January 28, 2015 at 7:21 PM You touched a tender spot in my heart for both the soldier and the love lorn... Excellent, my friend.. Hugs.. Arlene Emile Pinet January 28, 2015 at 8:10 PM Then my aim was on and I reached my target, thanks. Emile.

Anthony Beesley January 27, 2015 at 7:49 PM Keep the danger of dreaming on because it's a dull and dead end death to not Emile Pinet January 27, 2015 at 7:54 PM Thanks, for your support. Emile.

Nette Onclaud January 27, 2015 at 9:47 AM how deep and heartfelt can this get, emile...may peace reign in our world.. lovely!.. huggs Emile Pinet January 27, 2015 at 10:28 AM Thanks Nette, I appreciate your words of encouragement. Emile.

Robert Lindley January 26, 2015 at 7:07 PM A fantastic write about war, soldier's duty and laments. War is pure hell and anybody that likes it is crazy. Yet those that are duty bound to engage in it must endure, serve and pray to survive it.. A super 7 on this fine poem. Emile Pinet January 27, 2015 at 9:14 AM Thanks Robert, I appreciate your continued support. Emile.

David Meade January 26, 2015 at 4:02 PM Outstanding write my dear friend . . . battles are fought not only on the battle field but in the warrior's heart and in the hearts of those he battles for . . .7 Emile Pinet January 26, 2015 at 4:03 PM I appreciate all your wonderful words of praise. Emile.

M. L. Kiser January 26, 2015 at 3:37 PM Beautiful, moving, sad and no doubt, true. You have penned this quite well. Emile Pinet January 26, 2015 at 4:06 PM Once more you have saw fit to praise my work, thank you again. Emile.

Tim Smith January 26, 2015 at 2:31 PM A wonderful piece Emile..I love perspective of the soldier in the far away land...A 7 Emile Pinet January 26, 2015 at 2:55 PM Thank you for you continued support Tim. Emile.

Poesy Relish January 26, 2015 at 2:30 PM One more well written pen... enjoyed reading Emile... lov,nad! Emile Pinet January 26, 2015 at 2:56 PM Nadiya, I can always count on you for a smile. Thanks. Emile.

Dorian Petersen Potter January 26, 2015 at 2:09 PM Very powerful pen Emile! Nice imagery! I really enjoyed this poem and the content is deep and the rhyming sounds just flows my dear friend. A 7 from me! Have a lovely evening! :) Love and hugs! xxxx D. ^O^ Emile Pinet January 26, 2015 at 2:57 PM As always your praise flatters me, thanks. Emile.