Mind’s eye

Originally posted on 31 December 2011

“Wars are poor chisels for carving out peaceful tomorrows.”  – Martin Luther King Jr.

“The first casualty when war comes is truth.”  –  Hiram Johnson

 

Mind’s eye

My father fought

A war

Years before

My birth

As I grew up

I watched him

Fight it

Again and again

His sinewy hands

Trembled

As he pried apart

Venetian blinds

Scouting the enemy invasion

Of our suburban neighborhood

Armed with a bottle of juice

A newspaper

Or any other munitions

At hand

He held his ground

Paralyzed

By his reality

Bisous,

Léa

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About Léa

A wanderer who has found home and herself in the South of France.
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35 Responses to Mind’s eye

  1. cjm76 says:

    Incredibly powerful, Lea. I can see your father in my mind’s eye. Much love to you XO

  2. cjm76 says:

    If you publish another collection (which I hop you will) – this MUST be in it!!

  3. Wow Lea, very powerful even though I have seen it before. Somehow seeing it here on its own its speaks even louder. Brilliant xxx

  4. Repeats are necessary Lea; this is a poem to be read over and over xxx

  5. Your love for him was unconditional xxx

  6. claudia says:

    my father didn’t fight in the war but he was a boy then and saw too much… the memories never faded as long as he lived… great quote by Martin Luther King Jr.

  7. jack says:

    combat changes men… life is an intelligence test… and most are doing poorly. The bell curve does not apply… unless the mean is lowered…

    • leamuse says:

      I know all too well the difficulties that return with not just the men. As a therapist, I worked with many vets from more than one war. Many were very intelligent. Thank you for stopping by and taking time to comment.

  8. Lea a very transparent poem and something so powerful to be carrying around in the mind. So many were effected after the wars. I hope he found peace.

  9. leamuse says:

    Yes, all too familiar. Yet, I loved him as perhaps only a small girl could?

  10. Polly says:

    It’s a powerful and poignant poem, thanks for sharing Léa x

  11. Eileen says:

    Paralyzed by his reality………so many of us are, in different ways, in varying degrees. And impersonal, impartial reality is illusive for all of us.

    Love the poem. Your ability to take us into another’s experience in so few words is awesome. Thank you for this sharing. It speaks volumes to me today.

    • leamuse says:

      Thank you Eileen. I’m afraid his reality coloured my own. I ‘grew-up’ trying to protect him from others. It took time and work to realise that he ‘should’ have protected me. C’est la vie!

  12. beckarooney says:

    This was unbelievably moving Lea, the poignancy you wrote it with is so powerful. Thank you for sharing this piece xx

  13. leamuse says:

    Merci beaucoup Becka! I just emailed the photo. 😉 xx

  14. Such a powerful and moving poem. Thank you xx

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