A few years ago I visited Omaha Beach and the immaculately maintained American cemetry at Coleville-sur-Mer. It was a deeply moving experience, prompting these thoughts:
Meditation at Omaha
Propitiation is required, you say?
A crop. The finest wheat? A vat of wine?
Behind my eyes a voice that is not mine
Insists it is my duty to obey.
A debt I have to pay? Imperative?
A sacrifice of flesh and blood, a lamb
Torn from its mother's teat, fretful but dumb -
Unable to accuse or to forgive?
Still no. My love is special? So the price
Reflects my unique status as the one
Required to immolate his precious son,
To suffer slaughter in exchange for peace.
Wherefrom, this voice, this insistent refrain,
Promising healing, but at what cost in pain?


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you're a fabulous poet. I wanna follow your style, where very smoothly you cover the prompt. Even Third hole attrated me a lot.This is a pure dedication towards your tribute for this special day. Last line is priceless.
Congratulations !!!
and whenever I see Mike's comment in my poem I am sure that I won some place....:)
Thanks
Blessings ~
Rene
"Behind my eyes a voice that is not mine
Insists it is my duty to obey.
Wherefrom, this voice, this insistent refrain,
Promising healing, but at what cost in pain?"
The intensity of this penning is obviously one of the reasons why we love your work so much. It can challenge our thinking and provoke us to seriously search harder for answers.
A visit to the cemetery at Colleville-Sur-Mer is something that would truly humble one. The marble crosses would certainly provoke the deepest sense of reverence for the tremendous losses of our American military on D-Day. Your meditation write significantly denotes w/in its content, the honor our men are due when we think of the overwhelming number of sacrifices suffered on D-Day.
Congratulations on a well-deserved win!!!
Mike, I would have been in tears for the whole of the visit. What future doctor lies there, perhaps with the answer to cancer or leukemia buried with him? What future statesman perhaps with the answer for world peace is recognized with a twisted X over his head. My heart hurts, now, just thinking of all the oceans of tears, cried by the mothers, fathers, sons and daughters, wives and sisters/brothers of those that gave the ultimate sacrifice. Damn it, now I'm sniffing again. Beautiful, moving, clarifying write. At what cost?
The cost is too dear, yet was paid. What were their thoughts as they jumped from ship to trudge to that beach? Perhaps that War IS Hell.
Powerful, sir, very powerful.
Blessings on your peace-loving spirit!
Wilka