Wednesday, March 25, 2015

the rebelling force

a voice with forceful will,
echoing on airforce one heli-wing,
is stirring to this grey battleship.
it cries as we detach ourselves,
and look at the cabin of captain Warrant,
that houses typewriters of ihome brand,
we fight for our mission and agree to withdraw
on September 2, 1945...
the instrument declares the end of World War II,
and seventy years later, the footsteps
appear like musical notes, that
we cannot trace yet can imagine,
in its own rhyms, the voice
speaksm reminding people the past,
the pain, and the ocean where it lurks.


Lucinda Goce Bristol Tamhane Sahakian said...

a historical reminder,

Amelia Googles Sharon-Stein Wilson said...


Amelia Googles Sharon-Stein Wilson said...

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happy writing

Iremonger Marty JacoBus Quinlan Pickens said...

life is a battleship,
we can never predict things.