My Journalist Lover Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi

My Journalist Lover

Rating: 4.6


I caught the morning's light
Upon my eyes
And found you weren't there
But the note of love you left
Explained yr rudeness
You have a job and duty calls
You'll be back after this police action is done
And you would be careful
Thank you for the St. Christopher metal, you said
You'll wear it for protection
And it will always remind you of me
As I read the letter over
I began to sob
Praying it would be over soon
On my crucifix that hangs down on
My neck

Saturday, March 26, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: love and war
COMMENTS OF THE POEM

Very well done, my friend!

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LeeAnn Azzopardi 31 March 2022

Thanks so much, Belle!

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Rebecca Navarre 27 March 2022

May Our Prayers Always Be Heard! ....................

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Unnikrishnan E S 31 March 2022

Amen!

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Richard Wlodarski 26 March 2022

A heart wrenching poem about the loneliness and pain that comes from a lover reporting from the jaws of war.

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Anjandev Roy 11 August 2022

Such an excellent piece! ......thanks for sharing...

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S.zaynab Kamoonpuri 01 April 2022

Aw expressed in soulful touching longing of a love gone to serve and war. A fabulous poem indeed. Kudos!

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soren Barrett 29 March 2022

Timely with all the focus on war. Sad but real and your use of the medal and crucifix as metaphors for hope and magical guards against harm were well woven in. The poem as a whole was a metaphor for the lack of notice we get about war.

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Evelyn Judy Buehler 29 March 2022

Poignant and moving. A powerfully written poem.

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Unnikrishnan E S 28 March 2022

This poem of untold tragedy and calamity wrenches the heart of the reader. A sob comes out involuntarily.

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