Chosen Poem by Jake Deeds

Chosen

Rating: 4.7


The moon hung at half mast
And frowned upon the frozen ground
The passage to the perilous past
Where silence sealed the sound…
And the brass came tumbling down
Across the race and rigid face lay
Scar on top of scar…
A stoic stare neither here nor there
And a soiled Silver Star....

Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: war
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
L Milton Hankins 19 September 2020

This is one of my favorites, Jake. Such rich imagery!

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Daniel Brick 16 April 2015

Your language is extremely vivid, it's clearly poetic speech which is something we look for because who wants more p-r-o-s-e? But I.m unclear about what or who is CHOSEN. And I have no idea what the Silver Star refers to but it appears prominently at the end. Some notes clarifying such specific images will help.,

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Anthony Burge 07 April 2013

Seems we are both inspired by natures bounty, beautiful words Jake.

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Howard Johnson 01 February 2012

This is a fabulous piece, keep writing poet!

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