The story of Carole

Discussion in 'The VMBB Poets' started by Mithrandir, Jun 30, 2005.

  1. (written while on guard duty-unknown LZ 35 miles south south west of Kai Son(SIC?) 1968)

    Caring is the distinction you give me, the capacity that precludes the final carelessness

    It is a longing, an honor, for which there are no badges, medals, ribbons or anything else of war

    Only your imaginary gentle letters, tattered, worn, memorized for the tenth time,

    your words, tucked into my helmet like children in bed begging for another reading,

    your words, read with my lips, biting each with each, them falsely tasting like wine,

    displacing me to easier times,

    only your photo, soiled with thumbprints,

    Planted in my wallet like a bulb in the ground waiting for the sun, air, water, fire

    a renewal of the beginning

    Even though you, like your letters and photo, are only my minds product

    you have become a symbol, a cross for courage, a scarf that through the night I bear into danger

    In yourself, you're are not the reason, not here, not now,

    but in the hope that you will be

    you are my reason toward reason

    You are the only end for these days of restless wandering

    and walking the moors in another time too long in counting

    There is much I have found, to believe in here

    but not, for what is it?, without you

    At moments you become America

    All that it is and is not , distant, yet in my heart like an eagle

    But these are not for you, not yours , these eyes glazed with terror,

    spilling their white songs beyond their corners

    No, nor these shoulders, heavy with duty, stooped like a mountains brow.

    Knit with the Lords duty

    The days to go, become days to you, days turning slowly to collect myself and necessarily forget

    but my mind will need your strength before this paralyzed voice , weak,

    almost faded, will wake again and sing with yours

    This small voice, if certainly there, deep in things to come


    (Note : Carole is the name I had given to the Succumbus that has followed me all my life)

  2. rooter

    rooter *VMBB Senior Chief Of Staff* Supporting Member

    Jan 31, 2001
    Glendale Arizona
    Mith, I've gone back and read, contemplated, and read again---don't know how to respond. I can't determine if it is 1st person or someone detached. Age does that Mith---you tend to question things, then promptly forget the explanation and ask again---damn old age---think I'd rather try be young, foolish, and carefree just once again. Back when reading about Lady Macbeth stirred something and for the life of me, didn't even understand about all the perfumes of Arabia sweetening her little hand---was the tissue too thin? Chief

  3. That's alright Rooter..

    just consider it more ranting of a young madman in the dark...

    As for MacBeth.... I think there was a bit a madness in that story too wasn't there... I don't know much Shakespere....

    Last edited: Jul 4, 2005
  4. daw8752

    daw8752 New Member

    Jun 25, 2009
    Been there, Done that, I had my own Carol, just lost her, left a huge hole. I am not a poet but, I have had those thoughts and feelings on many a dark night far from home. The night does whisper all sorts of things, dosen't it? Sarge
  5. rooter

    rooter *VMBB Senior Chief Of Staff* Supporting Member

    Jan 31, 2001
    Glendale Arizona
    Welcome PA. I notice you've only had a few posts...I used to serve with a good best friend from Moscow, PA...his name was Bob Hughes...He could drink more Heinken's and St.Pauli Girl beer than any of my other buddies...My own system couldn't tolerate booze of any kind so I certainly was tasked many times of taking care of them..I think that was the names of the beer...Hell, it's been 50 plus years!!! Chief
  6. rooter

    rooter *VMBB Senior Chief Of Staff* Supporting Member

    Jan 31, 2001
    Glendale Arizona's a poem in the form of a country song for you....she was one of my favorite artists....Kristofferrerson seemed to have feelings when he wrote that song for her....Don't we all have dreams? Chief

    At a Glance
    Birthname: Jewel Faye Smith
    Nationality: American
    Born: Aug 5 1943
    Died: Feb 12 2005 (61 years old)

    from Biography
    Sammi Smith (August 5, 1943 - February 12, 2005) was an American country music singer and songwriter. Born Jewel Faye Smith, she is best known for her 1971 country/pop crossover hit, "Help Me Make It Through the Night", which was written by Kris Kristofferson. She became one of the few women in the outlaw country movement during the 1970s.
  7. daw8752

    daw8752 New Member

    Jun 25, 2009
    Rooter, Our old Top Sergent was a SeaBee. I think he was in heavy equipment. As for the beer in Germany ours came from Frankfurt. I could handle that just fine.
    On the other side of the worle it was Tiger, and 33, THAT came from god only knows, it tasted like crap but served the purpose.
    As you said that was long ago and far away.
    See you down the road, Sarge
  8. Jay

    Jay Active Member

    Mar 26, 2003
    FYI ... it's Khe Sanh Semper Fi
  9. daw8752

    daw8752 New Member

    Jun 25, 2009
    The Beer, or the Seabees? I thought they were everywhere, both of 'em.

    Welcome Home! Sarge
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