Sun Kissed Days

Sun Kissed Days

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Battles



Soldiers in the window,
colorful, untouched,
works of art.
I think of you,
when you were a boy
and history was your world,
a part of you,
like your pulse.
A part of your passion,
your grandpa surviving the holocaust,
fueled your desire to learn
the pieces of the puzzle.
The motives,
the moves,
like the game of chess you both played,
respectful opponents.
His arms like wings,
sheltering you ,
yet his words hard with truth,
your mind vast
and hungry.
Now a man,
you heal people.
Still famished for truth.
You see the price of war,
my boy no longer dreams of battles
he has grown to dream of peace.

50 comments:

  1. Oh, wow, that end is pretty amazing, Ayala. Sounds like you have an amazing son.

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  2. smiles. i used to paint those little miniatures...as a fam friend taught me about the battles he fought in...love the fam history you weaved in here as well...i am glad his (and my) thoughts turned to peace...

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  3. Such a powerful expression of watching a boy become a man...full of all that's influenced him with a character built to make his own choices. Poignant.

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  4. so good to grow into a man of piece..sounds like you're having a wonderful son ayala

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  5. Ah, dreaming of peace. That's a good thing to hope for. "Famished for truth" I love that line.

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  6. Ayala...this might be my favorite so far. Soooooo beautiful. I just received an email from an old and dear friend, her Dad, a Survivor is sick in the hospital. Breaks my heart.

    But your poem also made me think of my brother, a nurse and paramedic...how he too was always playing with those little toy soldiers and listening to stories of the war from my uncle who was in the infantry, a Jewish boy in the midst of it all...and how my brother grew up to help patch up children caught in inner-city crossfire at the ER in Philadelphia.

    anyway...a beautiful read. Thank you.

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  7. powerful and well worth the visit hither!

    Nice post for yesterday as well, friend




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  8. Builds to such a powerful ending. Uplifting.

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  9. best to grow into a man of peace... lovely poem!

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  10. Beautiful and touching piece. The last tercet is end it perfectly. ~ Rose

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  11. Oh...this got to me. My son is in the Navy somewhere out there.

    The ending....zing...straight to my heart.

    Lovely.

    Lady Nyo

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  12. Such a touching poem, Ayala. Because I lost my father to war (never knew him) I have a strong feeling for these young men and women and their families. And I dream of peace. Your son is in my prayers...you, too.

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  13. a son to be proud Ayala ~ how you can look back and see the journey made from boy to man ~ moulding a heart of peace ~ Lovely ~ and as a parent can't ask for anything more ~ Lib ~ @Libithina

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  14. you are so adept at telling stories with your poetry - and this is a good one.

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  15. Oh that is so lovely! Having two little boys of my own, this made me wonder what they will grow to be some day when they are too big to play with army men. :-)

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  16. Beautiful and moving, ayala, written with wisdom and heart.

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  17. Great story-telling through poetry, and I really enjoyed the ending.

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  18. So touching. Reminds me of a piece I wrote a few months ago:
    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/03/24/american-boy/

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  19. I hear the love for your son and I am happy that his choice is peace, as I'm sure you are. Lovely poem.

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  20. I also used to play with all the army men and such, made some too. When your young you don't really realize what it's all about, until you grow up and know peace is the only way.

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  21. Love the lines, and those last two -- perfect.

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  22. And the world just elevated a touch... lovely.

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  23. "You see the price of war,
    my boy no longer dreams of battles
    he has grown to dream of peace."

    Love this stanza and the overall arc of this poem. Well done tribute Ayala.

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  24. A fabulous write... to share in the eagerness to learn, the details hungered for and finally the realization of ..."You see the price of war,
    my boy no longer dreams of battles
    he has grown to dream of peace."

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  25. Nice to see them grow up and ready for the world

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  26. A wonderful piece, what more could you wish for your son? You must be very proud of him, it shines through your work...

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  27. Oh.. that was very moving, Ayala... I guess it's only when you begin to see the effects on yourself that you realize the REALITY of war.. and feel the need for peace.. *sigh*
    An excellent poem!

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  28. so strange and beautiful how the mundane things we see around us, like a window display in a store, can inspire the most profound thoughts. this really tells a wonderful little story. thanks for sharing.

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  29. Indeed the price of war is too high...he has grown to dream of peace. Wonderful write!

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  30. Beautiful, Ayala. Those last few lines are exquisite.

    You raised him well. Be proud.

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  31. The understated use of metaphor in the narrative contributes to the poem's solemnity. An obviously heart-felt and honest piece.

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  32. I have loved everything I have ever read here, ayala. I love this, too.

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  33. Ayala,
    woven together to complete such a beautiful tapestry of your family, coming full circle. I feel your love for your son. Such a fabulous write and the most wonderful ending.

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  34. Love this poem, Ayala. There is always much to be learned from family. You've illustrated that with much love. :)

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  35. Beautiful ode to your son (I assume), Ayala.

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  36. A beautiful tribute to your son's life, as well as his grandfather and much honor due to you for raising such a good son. Much happiness to you. Your poem is wonderful.

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  37. This is a beautiful poem, the last lines are incredible; you share a compelling story in a lovely way.

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  38. one of the best poems i have read in recent times ...

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  39. the dream which has to be... poignant and truesome!

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  40. oh i like this! great story!

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  41. Love the message here, and the legacy passed on.

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  42. Rally solid, emotive, aesthetically splendid piece of poetry. One of my favourites of yours Ayala I think.

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  43. I love this, since I see my own evolution in the journey of a battlefield gamer turned dreamer. Excellent! :D

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  44. I never got around to reading your work last Wednesday - so lovely to drop by your blog today.

    This is a beautiful piece...when our children grow up and understands the price and cost of war, they become peaceful men.

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  45. A beautiful conclusion and a beautiful dream.

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