Your challenge today is to read three poems by dead poets and respond to ONE of them in your own way. I chose:
When I’m among a Blaze of Lights
When I’m among a blaze of lights,
With tawdry music and cigars
And women dawdling through delights,
And officers in cocktail bars,
Sometimes I think of garden nights
And elm trees nodding at the stars.
I dream of a small firelit room
With yellow candles burning straight,
And glowing pictures in the gloom,
And kindly books that hold me late.
Of things like these I choose to think
When I can never be alone:
Then someone says ‘Another drink?’
And turns my living heart to stone.
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Missing home, sadness creeps. Uncertainty looms in surroundings, masking fear of what lies ahead when once again called to board a truck full of mates, traveling to another battlefield.
Bright lights and liquored drink dull thoughts of future horrors and horrors left behind.
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http://dversepoets.com/2023/10/03/poetics-dead-poets-society/
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