First time I've ever read a soldier's poetry...something really moving in the realness of these lines, the distance of time allowing you to write about those years like this.
From a dark red sky across the dusty hot plain
With my rifle and pistol close at hand
Orange dust blows across my face and hands
Choking hot sand in my lungs so fine
Canopy above me, slipping, drifting, languidly down
Sweet silver bullets humming all around
While my hands make this silken torn white wing fly"
The love poems read like they'd be better if set to music, or read aloud; on the page they're a little flat but the sincerity still shines through where a more florid poet might get hung up on ill-fitting imagery and five-dollar words.
Real, heartfelt writing.
"The power that only a few brave souls have
To be themselves, and damn what the world thinks"
"When you finally run out of stoic steam
And give your self some time
You’ll find that its ok to be
The flawed human so fine
To erase that final pain you’ll have to open up
The part of your heart that’s closed"
(reviewed 10 days after purchase)