In Honor of…

Memorial Day, several haiku and a poem commemorating young men and women serving in the military through the years.

ruptured duck…
listening to dad’s stories
of Indo-China


Memorial Day…
the silence
of white stones


last deployment
yellow ribbon replaced
with black wreath


the few, the proud, the Marine
fledglings off to war


One Hand

What is the sound of one hand clapping?
Or can it wash itself,
or tie a shoe?

For me, it is but temporary, a mere blip.

But what about those whose loss is more permanent?
Those who have lost an arm? A leg? More?
And the unseen wounds of war? The PTSD?
for twenty and thirty year old kids,
The time away from family
in deployment after deployment
The experiences of the battlefield,
friends and foes alike lying in their own blood,
with their own losses.

“They volunteered,” the old white men say,
the ones too old to do battle themselves.

Complaints fall on deaf ears as the soldiers are sent
again and again
to Iraq, Afghanistan, Syria, and beyond.

“Let’s send in ground troops,” the hawks say,
the ones who rake in the profits,
never considering the loss
to families,
dads missing births, mothers missing first steps,
parents missing the milestones of life,
children missing a mother’s kiss, a father’s hug.

What is the sound of one hand clapping?
Or the touch of a hand unable to cup a child’s chin?

ruptured duck… from They Gave Us Life: Celebrating Mothers, Fathers & Others in Haiku Edited by Robert Epstein, Middle Island Press, 2017
last deployment from Failed Haiku, July 2017, and featured on Charlotte DiGregorio’s blog in October 2017
patriots from
Three Breaths Nancy Brady, Drinian Press, 2013
“One Hand” from
Hessler Street Poetry Anthology 2017, Writing Knights Press, 2017

All poems by Nancy Brady, copyright protected

About pedometergeek

A pharmacist by profession, a haiku poet by nature, I read and write. I have a book of haiku, Ohayo Haiku, and another somewhat alternative haiku book, Three Breaths, but write other genres. I also read...lots of novels! My favorite is, and remains, Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged but I am also a big Harry Potter fan. I truly am a pedometer geek strapping on my pedometer as soon as I awaken.
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7 Responses to In Honor of…

  1. Thank you, Jane…for your friendship and your support. ~nan


  2. Jules says:

    Perhaps the sound of one hand clapping is the heavy prayer of the hope of never having to war…again.

    Thank you for these honors to those who have, are and will serve.

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  3. Jules says:

    Thanks for the PC’s – Hubby has to cross the big river to an from work every day 🙂
    The Widow skimmer is beautiful… did I ever send you the photo I took of my visitor…
    Check your mail }i{

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