War Photograph Haiku
I found this photograph in the street, a bit muddy and wet. I looked at the faces of young men now forgotten. Here are two verses in 5-7-5 as my tribute to these boys. You can also listen to my full poem here or click the link below.
We friends, we brothers connected in joyous youth connected in death The war machine grinds the many face sorrow while the few make money
Thank you for being here as always. I would love to read your haiku about these unknown men. They are every boy we know, my son and his mates, the lads who gather on the corner in my town, sons and brothers. And the war machine continues to make money....
7 Haiku for 7 soldiers from left to right:
1. Weathered lines of youth,
Eyes holding untold stories,
Boots caked in earth's truth.
2. Comrade stands with pride,
Medals glint on chest, hard-won,
History beside.
3. Middle's quiet gaze,
Soldier's poise in stillness stays,
Amid war's harsh haze.
4. Lean in, brother's close,
Shared burden in each wrinkle,
Peace, the dream we chose.
5. Stalwart, strong, serene,
His uniform speaks of fights,
Battles unseen, keen.
6. A smirk on his face,
Camaraderie's embrace,
War, they jointly face.
7. Last man, stance carefree,
War's gravity within grasp,
Hope survives, they plea.
This post is so good. I mean the Haiku was, of course very concentrated and focused. However the longer poem, “War Photograph”, was so powerful I don’t have any words that are worthy of accurately describing how good this poem is.