On going to war, from a womans heart.
Who, In thy dreaded absence that I fear
will care enough? to dry my sorrowed tear,
Who! will free me from the dark hour'd night
with love, to speed my darkness into flight,
annulling loathsome melancholy,replace bright,
the absent colours,to my once inner sight,
Who! will torch the candle of life's day,
when fate deemed you, from me so fast away,
Who! when velvet clouds no longer kiss the moon,
as darkness upon this earthly light, consume
the short filled days of nature's special bloom,
that shone in May but saw not June,
Who! when impatient time, no longer waits
for the flower that came; but stayed not late,
Who! shall free the heart of anguished sighs,
of sullen silence and brave smiles that cry,
Who! will reveal the tenderness of knowing why,
when searching lofty vapours, with yearning eye
of absent hope, that pains the hours of sleep,
reflecting tears of love, those sad eyes to keep,
Now alas! from ageless time, love's bounty will
fire the days to which we clung
and sing the song that once we sung.
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Posted: Jul 2015
About this poem:
In the longevity of my years, I have witnessed the bemused tears of womanhood, who with love, conceived, nurtured in their wombs, endured the rigours of childbirth, then with unconcealed care and devotion guided them into adulthood, then our political war lords, conscripted their vibrant youth to the slaughterhouse of war, dare I ask, just how is it that womanhood has allowed this to happen?
Comments (8)
Poignantly and beautifully written !
Regards Mick.
And a reminder of the harsh realities faced by many women of the time...
Nice poem..
Phil.
Phil.
Thanks for reading, As I tried to express thoughts, of a young woman saying farewell to the love of her life on going to war and never to return, I truly wonder just what are your thoughts in the hypocrisy of war and the role of womanhood to raise their sons to become political canon fodder.
Phil.