Thoughts in the Night

(In the Spirit of Caliber)

Just

a little reverie, a

brief return to days

gone by.

For some reason,

a dimly

remembered

face

comes back

through

the hazy years.

A

young

Green Beret

grew tired of

hanging around

camp

playing Liar’s

Dice with us

‘Zoomies’.

He volunteered

to

go on

patrol,

just to

“earn his pay.”

Later,

they

identified

his

body

by some

of the things

he’d carried.

The misty face

I see is still smiling,

just as it was

when he strolled

jauntily away

toward

Cambodia

and his

last

payday.

Woody

2004

Thurman P. Woodfork

© 11/3/2004

An attempt to imitate the writing style of Lou J. Klaiber (Caliber).

The Far Away

We took them

with us

into the places of fire

...and yet
we remember them

Boys

afraid

now silent
and deep

dead


in the far forest
of forever

The place where poets die.


We write their lives
and die again
and again

and hold them.


Welcome Home Woody!

listen
to the lost guitars

..and hoist your dream
to the remnant dreams
of a sad sky.

We put our sad hands together

over there.


I loved them

and they are the rainbow
that I dream.

All of them!

My Soldiers
My Hopes
My America


...and so it goes.


CAL

© Lou J. Klaiber 11/3/2004

Brethren

There is a healing for some
to read those poets whose words
are dipped in emotion...
baptized in the fires
of long...long ago
…kindled to blazing
and dulled to ashes
by the truth in their words
There is a healing to read poets words
...poets who know the way home... 
allowing brothers to hitch rides with them
Delivering them safely...
with hearts far less scarred...

© Faye Sizemore 11/3/04

For Woody and Caliber...
Thurman P. Woodfork

& 
Lou J. Klaiber

A Perspective about Thoughts in the Night
(An observation of Woody’s Poem)

Sadness defined? Sadness supplied!

Terror defined? Terror derived!

Friendship defined? Friendship implied!

Melancholia defined? Melancholia undenied!

Memories and more… a festering sore!

© Anthony Pahl 10/03/2004