Writing War: Everything is Real, Nothing Seems Real
Hours in the front line
leader do not cross
written orders
men who slog
across continents
bullets in their back
packs, rations,
wounds, kills.
This poem comes from an immersive teaching and reading experience I had with U.S. veterans during a four week class I designed called "Writing After War." I love working with vets on writing their stories. The class is therapeutic for them and me, but sometimes their stories roll so hard around my brain they shake me from the inside. I'm not feeling bad or overwhelmed. Just feeling for men who want to be heard on the life they've lived, why they've lived it and how they've survived.
image from pixabay.com and chosen for its surrealism
Bonjour, quel superbe article, il est très bien détaillé, ça à dû vous prendre beaucoup temps, pas vrai ?
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STOPwow! @shawnamawna really cool stuff! you are pretty :)
Thank you, @shawnamawna, for sharing this. War writing is therapeutic for writer and reader alike (and, often times, can serve as a cautionary tale, dissuading us of violence).
A fairly recent example of the genre that I found deeply moving was Brian Turner's "Here, Bullet".
In fact, I was so struck by Turner's account of his time in Iraq that I tried to help him translate it into Arabic, recognizing how heartening such a perspective would be to an Arab audience.
Humanizing the ‘enemy’ is, at once, Turner’s greatest feat and a
testament to his own profound humanity.
Peace, Yahia
Love these lines
"Hours in the front line
leader do not cross
written orders
men who slog
across continents
bullets in their back
packs, rations,
wounds, kills."
Good job sharing.. And you can also view my poems too @johnakharia I'm sure you will love them