Hearts and Minds

 

Heart Sculpture made of Metal Cogs and Wheels

 

History of this Poem

This poem reflects the anguish and futility of war, pin-pointing one character, his losses and his thoughts.  Finally the Grim Reaper fetches him and gives him peace, at the same time urging man to value peace itself.

 

Hearts and Minds – a Poem

Open-hearted, bless his heart,

Every word heard played its part.

In a heartbeat he did cry

at the cruel hearts passing by.

Heart in mouth and heart in boots,

he watched as war destroyed his roots.

 

His Parents

His mother said ‘follow your heart’

as she lay bleeding, torn apart

by those bullets slicing by,

while those cold hearts bombed the sky.

His heart bled, not understanding 

why men fought, devil commanding.

 

Tried to reason, with all his heart;

couldn’t hack it, couldn’t start

to see what drove those who deceive,

whose eyes don’t see, so hearts don’t grieve.

He’d learnt by heart what parents told him,

how to value all around him.

 

His Love

He’d lost his heart to one so fair,

she whom he carried ‘gainst the glare

of enemy fire, limp-bodied, gone

where hearts and minds found peace, at one

with her dear God. How could it be

that he allowed the world to see

this carnage wild? Action causing

man to lose heart, without pausing.

 

His Decision

He should’ve fought, that’s what they said,

‘How d’you rest easy in your bed?’

He didn’t rest, his heart was broken,

he’d rather that he hadn’t woken.

Follow his heart? That’s what he’d do.

Only one thing left, he knew.

 

He took to heart their words of stone.

When he arose the life he’d known

would soon be done, he’d set his heart on

proving war futile, lost or won.

He stood out in the heart of bloodshed,

took the bullets, gladly dead.

 

The Reaper

That last day when all was lost,

I watched him fall, then he was tossed

into the mass-grave that awaited.

It touched my heart, the gun-fire grated

‘gainst my nerves. When silence came

I took him home from whence he came.

 

I can’t judge, I gather souls,

when their bodies, full of holes,

release them, so then I deliver

to a land where sits the giver.

I, the Reaper, place together

souls of silk and souls of leather,

 

souls who wanted peace on earth.

Do they know just what it’s worth?

Hearts and minds must work together,

forging peace and love -for ever.

 

Author’s Notes

If you enjoyed Hearts and Minds and would like to read more from this author

For more works by this author see Ann Carr on The Creative Exiles.

https://www.creativeexiles.com/author/ann/

You can also read more works by Ann Carr on Hubpages.

https://www.hubpages.com/@annart

‘Take a Word…’ by Ann Carr is a self-publication of stories and poems, designed to encourage others to write creatively, to project their own voice, even create their own words.  ISBN: 9798754336476

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Ann Carr

I love writing; short stories, poems, fiction and non-fiction. My time in teaching dyslexics, primary, secondary and adults, life with grandchildren and a multitude of experiences, all have taught me to value family, nature and life in general. I'm a member of HubPages (hubpages.com/@annart) which has helped me hone my writing skills. I have published an anthology of stories and poems on the subject of 'words', entitled 'Take a Word!', designed to encourage writers to stretch their boundaries when choosing words. It's exciting to be a part of a community which has the same passion for writing.

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