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72nd Virtual Poetry Circle


Welcome to the 72nd Virtual Poetry Circle!

Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.

Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s books suggested. Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.

Returning to our theme for the month of Veterans and/or war, let’s check out this contemporary poem from George Borden:

Poet Warrior

To witness death as day-by-day
and marvel at the choice of God;
who lives or dies, maimed, scarred or whole –
the poet warrior… watches.

To witness brave stand face-to-face
and boney death exacts its toll;
where timid souls like gophers grub –
the poet warrior… watches.

To witness youth with child-like smile
and in a day, a hardened glare;
what sudden change from boy to man –
the poet warrior… watches.

To witness men of faithless guile
and wrongful deeds with words obscene;
when turned to prayer as life was spared –
the poet warrior… watches.

To witness war as one presides
and strive to fathom humankind;
why choose they strife instead of peace –
the poet warrior… wonders.

Let me know your thoughts, ideas, feelings, impressions.  Let’s have a great discussion…pick a line, pick an image, pick a sentence.

I’ve you missed the other Virtual Poetry Circles.  It’s never too late to join the discussion.

  • The repeated line about the poet warrior watching reminds me of the end of Fatal Light by Richard Currey when the narrator shows his grandfather photos he took in Vietnam. These photos were snapshots of the truth, his observations of the war.
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  • This one makes me think of my grandfather, now deceased, but a veteran of World War II. He never spoke much about his time in the Army, but there was this quiet contemplation about his service. I often wondered what he thought about the people who lived, the people who didn’t, the seemingly randomness of it all. As he got older and more frail, his body failing him, the phrase “poet warrior” seems fitting because he was very much still a fighter in spirit but a silent, immobile one.

    Great poem, and a new one to me. Thank you!
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