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He looked the same

door killea

He came back
he looked the same
a little older around the eyes
from the shrapnel his leg a little lame
wearing medals of courage
he need have no shame

with dignity
he buried his comrade
no excessive emotion
was ever displayed
the sun was high
he sought out the shade

he made love
to his patient wife
with intensity
no frills, raw, gripping life
his long silences
cut like a knife

lost spontaneity, the cheeky grin
would come back soon they said
in no time at all
he'll pick up the thread
no-one saw
the internal tears he shed

he embraced his mother
he could not confide
squeezed his child
so hard she cried
assured his wife
everything's fine, he lied

he walked into the sea
with determined stride

he had come back, and looked the same.....

feedback van andere lezers

• klaver4
  I don't read compassion in this, only sadness, important things that got lost in the brutal war of sexes, of missed compassion! When people don't own themselves and follow a life-story of someone else who forfaited their own lives, and handed over their problems to their offspring (probaby written incorrectly, but hey, look at the clock....;o).
  Touching and moving June. Straight to the bone!
  Summary for me of this poem would have to be: please, addressee, shift gear!
  In recent weeks I've re-learned - perhaps remembered would be a better word, I don't know actually, I'm walking on eggs last couple of weeks - one thing: I only live once, perhaps more, but that eventually is for time to tell....
  Take care June!
  Nice bitter-sweet very layered poem!!!
  xxx
  Dicky
  killea: Thank you Dicky. Yes, the poem has many layers, but was actually inspired by a Dutch film I recently watched "Stella's Oorlog" about the war in Uruzgan. Will mail you on Sunday.
  xx
  j
• Zingendevleugel
  zeer schone letters mooi! in ritme inhoudelijk zonnig xx
  killea: many thanks
  xx
  j
• ivo
  ik lees ironie en een opgegeten mens, die zijn menszijn ergens heeft achtergelaten en als een onverschillige huls zijn leven verder zet, maar feitelijk al lang is overleden ... heel mooi neergezet June (zo lees ik het toch ...)
  killea: Ja zo is het, Ivo
  xx
  j
• ppe
  poetisch vind ik het een beetje langdraadig maar qua inhoud wel sterk
  killea: Thank you ppe
  xx
  j
• lin
  Mooi poëtisch verwoord wat die verschrikkelijke oorlog kan veroorzaken. Uiteraard in meerdere opzichten te lezen.
  Lees je mijn gedicht Verweggistan eens? Dat gaat over een ander aspect van de oorlog, vanuit een kind bezien,
  liefs lin
  killea: Thank you lin, will look at your poem immediately
  xx
  j
• alie_jankind
  Pijnlijk dit vers.
  Voor mij mag het wel de helft korter,
  het gedicht leent zich er goed voor om het krachtiger neer te zetten, wie weet kun je er zelfs twee verzen van maken.
  
  hartelijke groet
  killea: Many thanks Alie, also for the good advice
  xx
  j
• tessy
  heel mooi
  killea: Thank you Tessy
  xx
  j
• jan
  war what is it good for..
  
  xx
  j
  killea: Nothing, darling, absolutely nothing
  xxx
  j
• elpe
  "his long silences - cut like a knife"
  is voor mij een doordenker waard.
  
  elpe
  killea: many thanks, elpe
  xx
  j
• Mistaker
  Reminds me of the movie Le retour de Martin Guerre.
  So sad...
  
  Greta xx
  killea: Thank you Greta
  xx
  j
• jamal
  scars often spoken, mostly dead..
  
  so strong written June, deep respect!
  
  
  xxx
  killea: Many thanks, Jamal
  xx
  j
• yellow
  always moving poems
  M.
  killea: Thank you Marc
  xx
  j