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short fall

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“…thinking of a gallant multitude
Which now all withering lay…
Like snowflakes falling on the Flemish clay” 

And we who memorialize these many moons hereafter
may never picture  all the manifold contrasts
gallants marching as multitudes
soldier sweethearts in subdued song
and on to landscapes levelled and pocked
craters of skin and bone

in the space of two silent minutes
there is time enough to sign the letter home
to post orders from afar
the shell is airborne
limbs are torn from limbs
and gas creeps like a lovely ghost

but let us not plaster these dread deeds
in platitudes nor pick the bones as afterthought
parodying pacifism with pale trembling doves
universal Agape mouthed in hands across the water
war and peace are the seasons of our world
I pray always for a short fall

*Opening lines from Margaret Postgate Cole’s “Falling Leaves” – a poem for Remembrance Sunday where I’m joining others at Poetry Pantry

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23 thoughts on “short fall

  1. I nearly missed this little box Laura, thinking (until finding) I was unable to lease a comment.
    There is much truth in your words and regrettably “war and peace are the seasons of our world.” and I too hope for a short fall…
    Kind regards
    Anna :o]

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  2. Indeed war and peace are the seasons of the world. As much as we like to THINK we try to eliminate war, it just doesn’t seem to happen…. and just like we cannot escape winters (even the metaphoric ones), we CANnot, unfortunately, escape war.

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  3. but let us not plaster these dread deeds
    in platitudes nor pick the bones as afterthought
    parodying pacifism with pale trembling doves

    Sadly enough many seem not to take it that seriously. The images of blood and destruction seem like just a drama to them

    Hank

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  4. “the space of two silent minutes”
    That is a short time indeed! Time enough to make a choice among possible actions, though. I’d choose the letter home, but hear more often of the bodies torn apart. “Short Fall” means something else than a season to me–idiomatically “to fall short” is to be inadequate or not enough–like needing more money or effort. Here, it guided me to think abouthow we don’t make those choices, how that keeps us safe though it changes nothing. Sorry if that wasn’t your intent, but it gave me pause through powerful images of war and peace making. And what a relief when winter comes.

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  5. After the Great War (WW1) nations hoped that there would be no repeat of it yet we can’t think that way but instead waste precious resources to be able to continue fighting somewhere on Earth almost continuously. What a failure mankind is.

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