The Gassed Memory

[Splinky]

The Gassed Memory

If you could see, behind the lens

The misty green fog is still hanging

He’s dead to the world, glad maybe,

The bombs behind still banging

He’s blind to the world

Unaware of the flash, click and

Bangs of the shells on no mans land

What a perfect exposure,

In the light of the flame

I’m here to give him a name.

Who’s the man behind the mask?

I take it off to click I am ready

But then he caught me unsteady.

I wish I could erase the memory

Imprinted upon my mind

He’s dead to the world, glad maybe,

The banging has stopped behind.

We are doing war poetry in English and I wrote this and I am extraaa proud!

[Midnight.Rose]

Ok, dont mean to sound stupid but whats the "clicks" in this poem about. It's confusing, oh and im doing war poetry too. We were reading charge of the light brigade. "/ so boring.

[Splinky]

Our teacher made us use words in the poem which are normally associated to cameras/photographers. Click, capture etc. because it was as if a guy was taking a photo of a gassed body :s

[Topjak]

Dont hate it, and i hate most poetry, it's pretty well written and makes sence now i know the photography thing.

You pass!

[Splinky]

w00t w00t I pass! Thanks.. I hate poetry too but this sorta makes me proud!