Green Soldiers Poem by Floyd Zimmerman
Green Soldiers
The Armies marched with banging drums
That made ill the streams, made black the dreams.
The Armies marched with cracking horns,
Each soldier robed in robes of green.
With green swords they cut her down,
Greyed her hairs and dimmed her smiles.
Their drums rung around her ears,
Their trophies hung within her tears.
But, in the night Turning Tide
Brought Light, who shone to crack the ice
That Time had made cold and hard
Around each green soldiers heathen heart.
Whispers. Whispers in my ears and in the hills.
'The ice will crack; the blood will flow',
The ice did crack, the blood ran cold
And drowned each green soldiers heathen soul.
We stood just to watch them die,
Let them bleed until their hearts bled dry.
Alas! things could never be the same
With her smiles so dim and her hairs so grey.
This one sounds as if it ought to be good, but I didn't get the symbolism you appear to be using. Who are the soldiers with green robes and green swords, and who is 'she'? Am I just dim, or could you help the reader out here?
you involve great imagination and symbolism in your work. you have a gifted creative mind Jen
Your use of visual imagery sits the reader down, and sooths them into wanting more.........The words - That made ill the streams, made black the dreams - great line. Best wishes to you...keep this up, you have a gift that many would love to have. jon
like wiliam im not also big on the rhyming, but the meanings are so heartfelt and deep i can see past it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/21/2024 8:23:52 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hey :) Particularly like this poem out of all your poems so far. 'Their drums rung around her ears, Their trophies hung within her tears' < Like those lines.