Old Work

Been going through some of my books of random writing and thoughts from a fair while back, here is one I kinda like.

Made from the dreams of front line soldiers

That girl back at home that stills the waters

of the river in your soul that you keep hidden

but can't be kept away from that cool breeze

that only she can blow and make you listen

because every word she says could be the last you hear

That's pretty much verbose of what I wrote in my book, probably a fair while ago.

Its an interesting thing the feelings of someone knowing that they might not return from battle. Everything is hightened and you are quick to make decisions when emotions are high. Sometimes its better to have the pressure as you realise what you have and that those feelings were always there or it could mean that you over estimate them and are left with something forced.

It's why Dear John letters are so powerful and devastating to a man on the front line, it could be the difference between hope and despair.

I think I might try and expand on this writing over the next couple of days.

Here is my update on this, not finished but work in progress

divined in the dreams of a front line soldier

A girl back home that stills the water

Of a raging river that he keeps hidden

From comrades where those feelings are forbidden

But the river can’t be kept from her cool breeze

the one that allows the unseen pressure to ease

that wind that only she can blow and make you listen

as though that one voice is what you spent your whole life missing

only her cadence and tone can kerb your fear

even when you realise that voice could be the last you hear

to be finished later