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The Liberated
by Jane E PearceThey have said their goodbyes,
their ta-tas, and so-longs-
the brave,who surrendered to chiffon air,
and slide trombones showing them the way.
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I hear no music-yet- except the bell
when the wash is done, the buzzer
that says the cookies are close to
incinerating my mouth. and my piano
that bends to my wishes.
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I wonder if they can look back,
and see who now plays with their
dolls and trains, who dated
their old girl friends, and danced
the tango until the band had breakfast.
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Do they get together like the old days ,
horsing around, dancing, and laughing
their heads off over some foolish prank?
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I'm sure they don't get serious and worry
about what" happens later" -they are free
and Death no longer waits in the shadows
along the old trails, hiding behind trees
laughing to himself.
03/25/2008 Posted on 03/26/2008
Copyright © 2026 Jane E Pearce
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/26/08 at 03:28 PM I like how you have used the word "liberated", even as I think of its other uses in time of war. There is an interesting lightness to this inspite of the serious theme, and I realize it may not be about soldiers at all (which is heavy on my mind), but about the simple liberation of all of us by death. Great last stanza. |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 02/05/09 at 11:30 PM I to get the feeling of soldiers the band sending them off, the old girlfriends, and I like the sense of liberated, freedom...excellent write for a serious subject to ditto Kristina. smh |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 11/26/14 at 08:50 AM then narrator lives in both worlds, which is liberating in and of itself...knowing only tidbits of letting go, not so serious letting go's of self, and the true freedom that is actually ten fold of the constrained evolution herein: |
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