Sunday, November 11

Casualty of War

Verdun, 1917 by Felix Vallotton

Her token
lavender and lace
disguised
a life lived
in quiet contemplation
of a secret admirer.

His bouquets
once used the language
of flowers
to declare,
by their bashful eloquence,
his love and admiration.

But the war
stole his life from him
and left her
with nothing
but memories, as fragile
and elusive as perfume...

Written for The Mag 143, with thanks to Tess.

15 comments:

  1. Love the end especially! thanks-

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  2. Very poignant. The fragile perfume fragrance being all that remained, sealed it for me.

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  3. oh the ending is so sad- and so very true-

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  4. A real heartfelt story, that is true for so many and that need not have been.

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  5. Beautiful poem...as fragile as perfume....fabulous!!
    Hugs
    SueAnn

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  6. A nice, rather moving, story, well told...

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  7. That is a touching tribute......although it depends on what perfume one has in mind!.

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  8. thanks JINKSY, i entered into the inferno and came out all loved up !

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  9. Yes, you are right: memories are fragile and elusive. We often say "I shall never forget...", but we can't be sure!

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  10. This is a beautiful yet haunting poem.

    CJ x

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  11. oh I love this....beautifully haunting..x

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  12. "memories as elusive as perfume"....I LOVE that!!

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  13. Nicely done - poignant and moving.

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  14. Sad beautiful write Jinksy.

    Anna :o]

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