Old Soldiers And Fallen Angels

I’m Canadian and observe Remembrance Day on November 11 each year. I was engaged to an American who served and I had got in the habit of posting my personal observances on Memorial Day and Veteran’s Day. This 25th of May will mark the one year interval since his death and my former wedding anniversary… lots of memories. So, one last time.

Once upon a time, I loved a soldier…

His topaz eyes turned to me, dusty
In the middle of the blazing desert
Pleading for the coolness
Of the rain I couldn’t make fall
Onto the furnace raging in his soul
And all around him
While the bombs fell and ghosts disguised
As comrades lay down in the burning sand
With all his hopes and dreams
And I felt his hold slipping, losing grip
From a thousand miles away
Felt his sanity slip… Calling me
Over the sound of a world exploding
I could taste copper in my mouth
And the blood in my eyes obscured
The river where we had lain so long ago
The green grass under my naked back
His hips held tight entwined in my thighs
Those eyes and blue skies
Helicopter rotor, bombs, mortars
I felt him slip away from me and into
The lying arms of baked, sere ground
The ringing in my ears was a dirge
Moaning my name and I came
To cover his body with green
With my riverbanks and oceans
And dreams of what we should have been
I have sung him home to my arms
To hold him here in the last breath
Of these old and aching lungs
And I will happily relinquish this breath
To hold his hand again, to run
To jump into the cold water
Hold his perfect body close to mine
Just one more time
On riverbanks of green

© Karin Bole Tupper
23 November 2012

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Petites Pensées ~ Buried Treasure

So long ago, buried so deep

Your memory is the treasure

My pirate’s heart does keep

~~~~~

Run this heart through

Bloody your pen like a sword

Cover me with sweet lies

I’ll stand guard over your words

~~~~~

Ocean’s apart

Fathoms so deep

So it is with our love

And the secrets we keep

~ kei
19 February 2015

The Muse is silent but she doesn’t mind. Among her reveries, she seeks to find. She knows who she was and as yet, still is. Once upon a time he was her world and ever after, she is his.

No new words today. Please enjoy this piece (below) from 2012.

Mentor and Muse II ~ The Artist

~ kei
14 January 2015

Old Soldiers And Fallen Angels

Once upon a time, I loved a soldier…

His topaz eyes turned to me, dusty
In the middle of the blazing desert
Pleading for the coolness
Of the rain I couldn’t make fall
Onto the furnace raging in his soul
And all around him
While the bombs fell and ghosts disguised
As comrades lay down in the burning sand
With all his hopes and dreams
And I felt his hold slipping, losing grip
From a thousand miles away
Felt his sanity slip… Calling me
Over the sound of a world exploding
I could taste copper in my mouth
And the blood in my eyes obscured
The river where we had lain so long ago
The green grass under my naked back
His hips held tight entwined in my thighs
Those eyes and blue skies
Helicopter rotor, bombs, mortars
I felt him slip away from me and into
The lying arms of baked, sere ground
The ringing in my ears was a dirge
Moaning my name and I came
To cover his body with green
With my riverbanks and oceans
And dreams of what we should have been
I have sung him home to my arms
To hold him here in the last breath
Of these old and aching lungs
And I will happily relinquish this breath
To hold his hand again, to run
To jump into the cold water
Hold his perfect body close to mine
Just one more time
On riverbanks of green

© Karin E. Tupper
23 November 2012

Field Of Love

Sometimes…

I whisper “I love you” into the silence that surrounds me

I’m not sure why I do it

Nor do I know where it comes from

There is no face or name that elicits it

This spontaneous mouthing of these particular words

I wondered tonight

As they spilled as effortlessly as my first breath

Gently pushing aside the silence

Like a curtain

Like the curtain of snow that is falling endlessly

Perhaps a tiny spark in my heart

Doesn’t want my lips to forget

How to form those words

Or how sweet love tastes

Just in case

Just in case…

~ kei

10 December 2014

I Know You Loved Me

I know it as well as I know the lines on my palm or the taste of your kisses…

I wish that I’d had the power to unbreak you

Before the slime slithered in and shattered our world

I’m still mad – you don’t get off that easy

But…

The key is in the same place

Goodnight Boo

Love – or something like it, Princess