Posted in Terzanelle

Solitary Soldier

Far from home, a soldier marches
on the move when his country calls.
More than heat depletes and parches

and one by one, a comrade falls.
Smells of death assault each nostril.
On the move when his country calls,

unseen enemies grow hostile.
His air is filled with deadly bombs.
Smells of death assault each nostril.

He finds no zone with soothing calms.
As battles rage inside his head,
his air is filled with deadly bombs.

Alone he walks among the dead.
Unsteady legs, his footsteps slow
as battles rage inside his head.

He fights against a ruthless foe.
Far from home, a soldier marches.
Unsteady legs, his footsteps slow.
More than heat depletes and parches.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the 9/16/14 form prompt at Poetic Asides to write a Terzanelle poem.

Posted in Quatrain

Arlington

Written for the Poetic Bloomings 11/10/13 prompt: Heroes Proved

MEMORIAL

The headstones stand in solemn rows
engraved with histories concise,
where futures came to decompose,
where freedom paid a humbling price.

The silence in the air is striking
yet standing here, one hears the sounds
of worn out boots patrolling, hiking,
of rifle shots and mortar rounds.

The air is thick with smells of battle,
bullets fired, flowing blood.
Caving to mortality’s rattle,
heroes drowned in combat’s flood.

The headstones stand in solemn lines
engraved with histories concise.
A quiet place of sacred shrines
to those who made the sacrifice.

© Susan Schoeffield

Posted in Free Verse

A Calling To Serve

Poetic Bloomings Prompt #118 – Working, Working.  Write a poem about work.

Written for a friend’s stepfather who recently responded to the alarm and didn’t make it home.

Called To Serve

Black soot,
billowing smoke
lunge toward him.

Heat stress,
dehydration
are partial enemies.

Structure weakens.
Walls cave in,
flames won’t retreat
and neither will he.

Beams ablaze
crumble downward.
Life comingles with ashes.

Every step in danger.
Every step his duty.
Every inch the hero.

© Susan Schoeffield