|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Shannon McEwen on 09/15/09 at 05:05 AM|
or will you bleed bloody tears of sadness. Sorry, I like this one, it really makes you think
|Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/15/09 at 09:10 PM|
...joe david a man with two first names, this is stout as a mule's breath...and i know you...i've listened to you, your goldthwaite-ian logic and love you for it...this is a great example of your "seeing" many things...
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/17/09 at 02:14 PM|
This is too brilliant for words. You certainly have a way with titles. Those last two lines lay upon this reader's eyes and heart a burning question. As I remember it those old veterans pinned a poppy to their lapel in remembrance of their fallen comrades and sold the little red flowers for the support of those who lived but still suffer.
|Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 09/19/09 at 01:00 PM|
I like(REALLY)this. I think this is an outstanding example of well-organized, empowered words.The ironic twist of this poignant truth is especially clever. This is going in my favorites. Excellent, brilliant work,Joe David. Welcome to Pathetic. ~Melanie :)
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/20/09 at 02:21 AM|
What a flower and what a burden as we choose its use. Thanks for this.
|Posted by Tony Whitaker on 09/21/09 at 02:39 PM|
Brilliant words on a sad irony of nature!
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/03/10 at 03:40 AM|
I couldn't help myself. I HAD to read this again. I think it is my favorite of yours. Still as splendid as ever.