Lauren McBride finds inspiration in faith, nature and science. She shares a love of laughter and the ocean with her husband and two grown children.
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The sound of this poem feels like it is dragging itself along, effectively reflecting the day to day drudgery for the war veteran who continues to experience mental and physical pain.
I love the build up to Christmas, and the hope there will be a lot of. snow, but post-Christmas can be tough. From actual war wounds, to an accumulation of childhood and young adulthood experiences, the coldness of the season can bring so much back.
Woah! Love the concise layering of sadness
__ Often, deeper wounds are in the memory. To our veterans… a grand verse, Lauren. To some, their ache is… guilt. _m
cold seeps
into historic wounds
deeper quilt
The sound of this poem feels like it is dragging itself along, effectively reflecting the day to day drudgery for the war veteran who continues to experience mental and physical pain.
Also a timely posting for Remembrance Sunday.
marion
winter weary
war wounds
ache again
—LAUREN MCBRIDE
I love the build up to Christmas, and the hope there will be a lot of. snow, but post-Christmas can be tough. From actual war wounds, to an accumulation of childhood and young adulthood experiences, the coldness of the season can bring so much back.
Alan