Warm breath births chill bumps
Trickling down
Neck’s back
Arms
Tingling in concert
Accompanying her
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Butterflies tickle
Fevered ears, red,
Whisper his name.
Every heartbeat
Keeps time with hope.
Memories with wings, soft voices and tender touches.
“Let my soldier-man be safe, Lord,” prays the wife.
Amen!
Trickling down
Neck’s back
Arms
Tingling in concert
Accompanying her
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Butterflies tickle
Fevered ears, red,
Whisper his name.
Every heartbeat
Keeps time with hope.
Memories with wings, soft voices and tender touches.
“Let my soldier-man be safe, Lord,” prays the wife.
Amen!
11 comments:
Amen. Thank you for sharing Henry. I enjoyed the images within your words.
awww lovely ...thank you
This is so warm. Feeling the pain wrapped beneath shadows of voices, memories and hope. Reading it, you wish for solitude. Lovely!
Living with the idea that all you most value can be taken away at any time is intense, stress that refines every sensation, and that feeling increases the force of the imagery here. Fine, classic free verse, and many thanks for sharing it today.
Amen!
a pray with many an echo...love how you used so much feeling to bring us to the close...very nicely played...
Hope reigns eternal Henry, great little write here!
"every heartbeat keeps time with hope"
Damn! Just damn...
Hoping these prayers fall by the wayside.
Agree with Joy - sensory reactions become automatic when under stress and longing. You marry the subject and her longing so well. Very tight and compressed. Very well done. Gay
Oh wow - I knew some of these men and their wives. Great job.
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