Remember our failings Standard said, of war and men – words are too brief to convey their unfettered love Share this:FacebookTwitterMoreLinkedInTumblrEmailPinterestLike this:Like Loading... Related
My reaction? Gut punch. Between the picture and your words both convey so much how the love of things that kill and maim are so prevalent. Powerful post, JM. And an even more powerful message!! ❤ November 11, 2015 at 3:30 pm Reply
Good one. I extended the Haiku format and twisted it a little, but with a strict pattern. They end up similar to this: AB II You kept swimming, though long since blind. You stunned memoir writers with your amazing tale: you ran with brother, away from Warsaw Ghetto. Lost him and every single aunt sister, family but survived, only to succumb to the Russians, who made you a soldier against your own, then survived the brutal winters in a labor camp, escaping on a log that, though frozen, floated far enough to get you to Istanbul where you made it over to Egypt and fixed machines for British tank soldiers until you made it to the US troops in Italy. Fought, repaired with them all the way, then married a Dutch Catholic. December 10, 2015 at 6:01 am Reply
J M Lysun 
My reaction? Gut punch. Between the picture and your words both convey so much how the love of things that kill and maim are so prevalent. Powerful post, JM. And an even more powerful message!! ❤
Thanks Amy! 🙂
Nice words 🙂
Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it! 🙂
Good one. I extended the Haiku format and twisted it a little, but with a strict pattern. They end up similar to this:
AB II
You kept swimming, though
long since blind. You stunned memoir
writers with
your amazing tale:
you ran with brother, away
from Warsaw Ghetto.
Lost him and
every single aunt
sister, family but
survived, only to succumb
to the Russians, who
made you a soldier against
your own, then
survived the brutal
winters in a labor camp,
escaping on a
log that, though
frozen, floated far
enough to get you
to Istanbul where you made
it over
to Egypt and fixed machines
for British
tank soldiers until
you made it to the
US troops
in Italy. Fought, repaired
with them all
the way, then married
a Dutch Catholic.
Thank you for liking and sharing your new format.