My friend Monica gave me a challenge to write a war poem which I did whilst ‘talking’ to her on Facebook, so this is for her as well as those who wait for loved ones fighting in different countries for freedom that some of us are lucky to have.
Rose is wilting
Her petals fall
She sheds tears
For no call
No call has come
To her from afar
From the desert
Under different stars
She thinks on him
His hardship and pain
Fighting far away
Others he trains
Blood on his hands
Ordered by others
She weeps for him
Her sweet lover
He’s been gone
For two years now
Coming back soon
To his hometown
Hopefully he’ll be okay
Not lost to her
Full of pain
She’ll comfort him
As best she can
Be there and
Hold his hand
For all he’s known
Is desert and sand
Blood and horror
By others hands
She sheds a tear
once again
Rose wilts
on the sand
As she watches
the waves roll in
Coming home soon
She’ll be with him
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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