This is for The Poetry Jam's prompt, "Whoops!" The idea is to write a poem about something you experienced that you knew then or know now was a mistake.
seen in blinking strobe,
fringes and long hair,
the smell of grass,
a woman on a table
from the orange of herself,
the taste of fear mingled
with the the taste of beer.
This is no checkmate;
eighteen is a hoax.
This hazy hell is real --
falling from a cliff,
like a crashing
1968 ~ The thick of Vietnam ... your poem (beautifully written) reminded me of those crazy days.ReplyDelete
very strong, visually speaking poem on the war in Vietnam. so many are still trying to forget.ReplyDelete
thanks for stopping by my blog today. it was great to see you there again...
Very palpable, it appears you still hold the pulp. Nice flashback!ReplyDelete
i hate to think at times about some of the things from 18...i survived it, so i think i will be happy with that...smiles....very nice write...ReplyDelete
Yipe. I am not sure what exactly is going on here but it puts me in mind of a song from the time..."Mama Told Me Not To Come"!ReplyDelete