Sunday, May 25, 2014

Memorial Day





On a stillborn day,
silence weighing heavy
fracturing freedom’s wing-

How they fall
soldiers in a field
fighting someone else's war
not their own-

That battle lay bleeding
on a distant land
overgrown with thorns,
piercing the heart with
unspoken goodbyes


As warriors surrender
to an unsung song.

6 comments:

  1. a solemn poem...i felt as much when i used to walk the battlefields at gettysburg as well...great opening stanza that really set the tone...the unspoken / unsung were nice touches as well...

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  2. This is a very moving poem, Lisa. Since I just recently visited some cemeteries of World War I soldiers who died on a foreign shore, I can feel this poem even more strongly.

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  3. "How they fall / soldiers in a field / fighting someone else's war / not their own"..that's the the reality of war...gruesome truth...the opening lines are profound...

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  4. Someone else's war says it all... The concept of a stillborn day also sad.

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  5. I agree with Brian on all accounts this poem gets inside and aches powerful piece

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