Assemblage

Assemblage

A Poem by Tony Hwilka

Awaken by the bugle

                    shadows dwell

emerging through

                     raven fog

soldiers forge

                    new bodies - new names

Then harden earth

buckles under pounding feet

                  as day - piles the dying high

aroma of death lingers heavy

                   among the branches

and laughter - from faded faces

dance shallow - upon they're souls

Now in brightness - no shadows dwell

quartered in fresh cut pine

soldiers at peace - untul the bugle - sounds

                   

© 2009 Tony Hwilka


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I do really like this. I think the difficulty is that it is hard to add to war poetry because there is so much definitive stuff out there, Wilfred Owen etc. However, this is very good. I think the imagery is excellent- particulerly 'raven fog'. However- I do not like the two 'bugle' acions (strangely I would have preferred the word 'trumpet'.) No particular general reason, and it is only my personal opinion not as such wrong. I enjoyed this poem, thanks.

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I do really like this. I think the difficulty is that it is hard to add to war poetry because there is so much definitive stuff out there, Wilfred Owen etc. However, this is very good. I think the imagery is excellent- particulerly 'raven fog'. However- I do not like the two 'bugle' acions (strangely I would have preferred the word 'trumpet'.) No particular general reason, and it is only my personal opinion not as such wrong. I enjoyed this poem, thanks.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Tony Hwilka
Tony Hwilka

Willingboro, NJ



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In the land of poetry I've been very luckly. I have had my own poetry show on radio station WTTM Trenton N.J. reading my poetry from 1982 -- 1990. Was president of the Southern Poets of N.J. and still.. more..

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