JoelJosol Posted December 26, 2009 Share Posted December 26, 2009 (edited) There was love in No Man's Land. You don't ask, what is war? what is killing you for? The answers were confusing for politicians. There were no stars but lacking GPS was not a disability. Each one found his way to peace, in an enemy's laughter. But it was not a funny word, slaughter. A bullet pierced though a Christmas card, after the carols were sung and soldiers were pulled away from peace, were poured together like a mixture on a holy cup. Could this be the end of things? To the enemy, dead, one said, 'I had wished him a merry christmas.' I had been sickly this month. I will try to catch up with you guys this week once my cough and colds subside soonest. Glad to be back. Edited December 31, 2009 by JoelJosol Quote "Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
waxwings Posted December 28, 2009 Share Posted December 28, 2009 Good thinking. The third stanza is nearly unexceptional. And I am glad you are glad to be back. Not that you could be really away, not in our thoughts. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted December 28, 2009 Share Posted December 28, 2009 Another contemporary sonnet, Joel. The form complements the poignant content well. I, personally, would like to see their in L5 changed to his. I'm glad you're back. I hope you feel better soon. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
waxwings Posted December 29, 2009 Share Posted December 29, 2009 The significance and quality is undeniable, but I fail to see the rationale for calling it a sonnet. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JoelJosol Posted December 31, 2009 Author Share Posted December 31, 2009 (edited) Thanks for the feedback, guys. Waxwings, I revised the third stanza to improve it. Tony, I took your suggestion. Here I tried playing with the etymology and associations of the word 'war' and built a poem out of it - confusion, disability, middle, bullet and mixture. It was inspired by the Christmas Truce of 1914. Edited December 31, 2009 by JoelJosol Quote "Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted December 31, 2009 Share Posted December 31, 2009 Joel, I hope now you are better and it's wonderful to see you back with us and to enjoy your poetry as always. The title is puzzling with the questioning mark and the body of the poem fits the expectations. Lovely poem and touching a lot. Aleksandra Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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