If Poetry Could Raise the Dead

For Memorial Day – seventh in a series of Toritto’s war poetry

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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11 Responses to If Poetry Could Raise the Dead

  1. beetleypete says:

    Moving, and very well-constructed too, Frank. The clip was an excellent choice.
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. cindy knoke says:

    Powerful and important!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. “wondering which poet wrote the lines”

    The poet in you, wrote the lines, Toritto! I see them! I hear them! Because of you!

    Beautiful! Just…beautiful!!!!

    Thank you!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. jfwknifton says:

    Absolutely stunning. This should be framed on the wall opposite the President’s desk.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. jfwknifton says:

    Reblogged this on John Knifton and commented:
    For English readers, Memorial Day is on the last Monday of May. It commemorates all the men and women, who have died in military service for the United States.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. mukhamani says:

    Never to see war again, that would be beautiful, thank you for sharing. Regards.

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Doctor Lynn says:

    Lovely….thank you.

    Like

  8. Lara/Trace says:

    Reblogged this on ☀️ army of one ☀️ and commented:
    Frank is one of my favorite people who blogs! ❤

    Like

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