Two days before D-Day

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by littleskinny, May 29, 2004.

  1. littleskinny

    littleskinny Member

    Two days before D-Day a young man died,
    in an accident, on a road, in Kent.

    He never saw the littered beaches
    or the sacrificed French towns that marked the route to liberation.

    He never posed with a captured swastika
    for the photographer with his new-fangled colour contraption.

    He never handed his girl nylon stockings
    and her heart's only desire.
     
  2. borut16

    borut16 Hip Forums Supporter HipForums Supporter

    OK, so I like this one a lot, is that a true story or is it just your feelings written thru a metaphore(spelling?)?
    If you don't mind sharing that with us anyway.

    I like the way you start every stanza with repeating ('He never...') which makes a good effect, and I also like the fact that it's very short.
     
  3. littleskinny

    littleskinny Member

    It's not true, but it isn't meant as a metaphor.

    There's a lot of media recognition of D-Day at the mo, what with the 60th anniversary coming up in June, and I just got to thinking about it. You could say that those soldiers who died innocent "civilian" deaths were lucky, perhaps, to have been spared the whole experience, or did they miss out on something glorious....the girll back home not only wants her fella back, but there's a part of her wants a hero too...and this guy denied her both with his mundane end.

    Thanks for responding, and I'm glad you liked it.
     
  4. great feel of rememberence here..


    how war will take man from woman
    how it holds our love and life
    now to remember all that are gone
    to remind the pain, lovers felt before
    how sad we have not moved on

    war is not the way

    great poem i love the tale it tells..

    love n peace from saff
     
  5. littleskinny

    littleskinny Member

    we have not moved on. I was sad when I wrote it. Thanks Saff.
     
  6. It got me thinking early this morning, i was thinking more along the lines of the "unknown soldier",

    kinda the one who never got to see action, never
    saw the gory, the brutality that goes on in any war and who died durring
    basic training.

    Good poem Littleskinny, "got my head working again".
     
  7. littleskinny

    littleskinny Member

    Thank you Ben III!:)
     

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