Nostos (poem)

Poetry

When my tongue reached out,
Sought sweetness from the honeysuckles.
Rewarded for my bravery,
Exploration of my solitude.

Roses claim a wheelbarrow,
Rusty gates kept nothing out.
Breathing in your absence,
Your thorn hidden under scars.

Destined for greater,
Whittle away childish days.
Become a hero who can rescue,
Bury the dead upon return.

Accolades and triumphs to the legend,
History’s pages know you well.
Find the lost love left behind,
Warrior’s longing put to rest at last.

Generations

Poetry

The horrors of war,
Destruction and death.
Steady marching armies,
Bootsteps pound your heart.

The fear never leaves,
A perpetual urge to flee.
Yet the innocence of a child,
Pure and untainted for the moment.

Don’t you know this world,
With your wide naive eyes?
Can’t you feel the danger,
That threatens me daily?

I’ll tarnish you,
So you’ll never know,
The beauty that could have existed,
In a child’s soul.