A Glimpse
Soul mates don't always connect.
This is a pensive, reflective rondeau style poem consisting of 15 lines consisting of three stanzas; 5, 4, and 6 lines per stanza. The poem is straight forward and deals with my emotions, as two of my close male cousins ashes are to be returned to the earth.
I am attempting to branch out and free myself from the constraints imposed by the label 'war poet'. I once wrote a poem (sadly lost) which voiced my frustration at my apparent inability to write about anything other than combat and its aftermath. Now I am retired from the military, it's time to move on. So here goes...