So much, unsaid
Like all the mute soldiers
Returning from war
Wordless wanderers
Trying to forget themselves
What keeps them there
It’s in their eyes
Hiding under the lids
Like thunderstorms
Lurking behind clouds
Like numb fingertips
Wiping away frozen tears
More came back than didn’t
But even those returning–
Still there, in that place
The one they carried back with them
That’s now their prison
Life sentences, every last one of them
Will it ever end
War that is
Not over there
In here
It takes your words away
Then takes your life away
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Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.
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Photographer, poet, teacher, complementary medicine provider, interfaith minister, and former economic developer. Holds a Doctorate in Divinity, Master of Divinity, Master of Mind-Body Medicine, and Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology. Clinical certifications in Reiki, guided meditation, life purpose coaching, and spiritual counseling. Author of 12 books, including two new books in the contemporary spirituality field. Learn more here.
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And yet more fine photos!
Great picture of the wolf, Don.
Not to mention the dogs.
You did good at the zoo.
Koo koo ka choo.
i like. obama is our president
amen to that, don.
Yeah…
Expessed so very well, Don!
Thank you!
Margie
If it seems the same,
Warriors and shoemakers,
Is your world the same?
Hardships of journey:
Trying to die to one’s self,
Yet, thinking of it…!?
I like the way you find inner wisdom in your haiku- or haiga-like photos!:) True haiku moments!:)