There's something profoundly sensual about this, as though symbols and poetic rhymes were dancing with metaphors in an intimate choreography—beautifully, freely, almost seductively.
The older I get the more I realize war (and especially mechanized war) is perhaps the most despicable thing about humanity. There is a lot about us to love, but damn the fighting.
There's something profoundly sensual about this, as though symbols and poetic rhymes were dancing with metaphors in an intimate choreography—beautifully, freely, almost seductively.
Thanks for the lovely comment Jeanne I was trying to channel the mood, sounds like maybe I got somewhere near it 💛🙏
No one ever wins.
Oh the futility! Beautifully expressed, Sea:
that joe in the hole, for sure, ain’t no enemy of mine.
Could be my twin save for the colour of his skin
Same soft prayers we’ll be uttering
god spare me this night.
Thanks Nora 🙏💛😘
The older I get the more I realize war (and especially mechanized war) is perhaps the most despicable thing about humanity. There is a lot about us to love, but damn the fighting.
Beautiful writing, as always 💜
You’re right despicable is probably a fair comment, I’ll write a love song next up to celebrate the best of us. Thanks Giles🙏😊