If Poetry Could Raise the Dead

For Remembrance Day/Armistice Day/Veterans Day

If poetry could raise the dead
the earth would bleed where they had bled
to flow back into fallen soldiers 
who would rise, young and filled with wonder

and they would laugh and smile again
the millions, shaking dirt from tousled hair
turning unmarked faces to the sun
looking ’round to hug their friends

as well as former foes; gathering
to share a coffee, a schnapps, a sake
wondering which poet wrote the lines
which brought them back to life.

And leaning against the stone
they would gather to go home
strong and virile cobbler, butcher, Kansas boy
as all the nations wept with joy on their return

and they would work, create
have children, celebrate,
watch football, cut grass, harvest
live, love and die in their own bed

for if my poem could raise the dead
 your gentle Seiji, Hans, Yuri and Tom
would rise in triumph and come home
never to see war again.

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http://sanfranciscoba.wordpress.com/2012/05/23/in-flanders-fields/

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Originally published at the curated poetry site Haggard and Halloo

http://www.haggardandhalloo.com/2015/01/12/if-poetry-could-raise-the-dead/

 “We don’t accept any rhyming poetry or clichés about your soul.”

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About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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6 Responses to If Poetry Could Raise the Dead

  1. jfwknifton says:

    Reblogged this on John Knifton and commented:
    We forget too easily just what all those brave young men and women sacrificed for our freedoms. Decade after decade of ordinary, everyday life.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. jfwknifton says:

    That is a wonderful, wonderful poem.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. beetleypete says:

    Eminently suitable for today, Frank. It has been a day of solemn remembrance in the UK, and all have been remembered, just as they are in your excellent poem.
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. melisdvash says:

    That was really beautiful, thank you

    Liked by 1 person

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