|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by JD Clay on 01/14/05 at 03:30 AM|
Now there is some fertile soil, by those who paid the ultimate price. Hats off to you on this truthful but somber poem. Blow Taps, brother.
|Posted by Max Bouillet on 01/30/05 at 02:21 AM|
Mother Earth swallows all... but we come back around --more scattered and maybe not as we wish, but we come back around. There is a limited number of building blocks that can reform many times... and almost everything can hold a memory. Great read.
|Posted by Laura Doom on 12/05/10 at 12:45 PM|
Interesting to read Max's perspective -- I was struck by the contrast between the emotive [human] and the pragmatic [nature/mother earth]. I'm still in recovery :>
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/04/13 at 03:47 AM|
Somehow this seems fitting as winter sets in to read about shallow graves. You pack a lot of punch in your short poems.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/09/16 at 09:35 PM|
Interesting...evocative poem...glad I finally caught up with it. Excellent use of repetition in the last lines of the two stanzas. Congrats on POTD Ulyss! Well deserved man!!