BRILLIANT BLOOM PROMPT #169 AND EPIGRAM

We’ve made sense out of our sense of belonging, reaching out to feel what our surrounding are all about. The poem that struck me  strongly was this poem by Benjamin Thomas.

SLEEP ON THE BATTLEFIELD

The canons of mind are put to sleep; fierce red dragons of anxiety are slain at ease. It’s walls testify of a lasting peace, the corridors hum rhythmic liberties, while the pain has ceased.

An abundance of rest blankets the battlefield, gently arrays the dead with hope. It’s soldiers dream their heart under its comforter. While the war is over, they still cope.

The winter is past, the rain is over and gone, and the time of singing has come.

Benjamin Thomas

For the Epigram Blooms, I am selecting a group of poems by three of our poets. Since the Epigrams are short blurbs of poetics, I choose the collected Epigrams of Salvatore Buttaci (including Spring Wish, If We Could Go Back and Not Such A Tall Tale), Susan Schoeffield‘s (Becoming One With Nature, Heightened Senses, Fibber’s Tale) and all of William Preston‘s finery!

CONGRATULATIONS BENJAMIN, SALVATORE, SUSAN and WILLIAM! Exceptional work poets!

And Damon, we’re glad you came back!