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A final blink of indigo
Ancient clouds crash together ,
as gone pilots whistle their sounds ,
through the old stormy weather .
Ghosts of Lancasters from long ago ,
climb the heavens of indigo.
Old captains flew over towns,
of burning church spires ,
cold and wrapped in leather gowns ,
at the controls of spitfires,
Planes fell from the sky ,
a final blink,
from a gunners eye ,
Buried in Norwegian ice ,
stuck in a graveyard sky ,
rest in peace ,
good luck ,
goodbye .
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Published 22nd Dec 2009
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22nd Dec 2009 1:00am
A really great and haunting tribute to the ones who gave there lives to save our country, well done
22nd Dec 2009 1:51am
Thanks for reading I appreciate your comment ,like you said a tribute to those who gave us the chance to be as we are today , through their own ultimate sacrifice .
22nd Dec 2009 9:17am
...here blend to contribute to a worthy theme, Paul. I wonder what would happen if you freed yourself from rhyme and sorted out all this punctuation. Enjoyable.
22nd Dec 2009 1:04pm
Thanks for reading , and I shall get on to it my friend ,your advice is greatly appreciated ... Paul
Anonymous
22nd Dec 2009 1:57pm
I think I'll have to agree with Abra's advice here - I have not completely enjoyed reading your poetry in the past due to the fact that I often find rhyme to be a limiting factor in certain sorts of poetry. Some of your imagery here is just beautiful, though:
"Buried in Norwegian ice ,
stuck in a graveyard sky"
is a section I particularly like. Good stuff.
"Buried in Norwegian ice ,
stuck in a graveyard sky"
is a section I particularly like. Good stuff.
