For some reason Viv's line number "one" triggered my memory of the opening lines of the poem "LITTLE BOY BLUE". It was one of the early poems that whetted my appetite for the poetic expression of so much in such simple expression.
‘Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust’ frozen in stitch by a “toy soldiers rust.”* Time remembers the scent of his hair, the fold of the clothes as she left them there. He was sampling youth when the bugle blew a boy knowing nothing he thought he knew answered the call of a nation’s need denying the truths that soldiers bleed. ‘The war years seemed like only yesterday’ as he wandered, tattered, in disarray, lost in the grip of a chevron’s cold stain each breath sadly humming death’s cold refrain. Threads of his life unraveled by peace scent of fresh cloth, destroyed, out of reach his life ebbed away, a flickering spark, ’The candle sputtered, spent, and all was dark’ ©4/14/2018 *reference to poem “LITTLE BOY BLUE” by Eugene Field submitted to – One nine and sixteen – Poetry Contest sponsor – Viv Wigley
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