Wednesday, November 11, 2009

When We Remember

See their soft dewy faces lying in the mud.
Hear their anguish through heavy air.
Is thousand upon thousand broken hearts not palpable yet?
Turn away from this monstrosity.
Remember the dead.

Touch their strong smooth bodies, shattered, still.
Taste their sorrow bleed eternal.
Is there no one to say no more, I say, no more?
Plead for the future they never had.
Remember the dead.

(Remembrance Day, November 11, 2009)

5 comments:

Mental P Mama said...

Haunting. And, amen.

Richard D said...

Today is the U.S.'s Veteran's Day - so this is a great post for both our nations today. Thank you.

I love these flower photos too - you are an amazing photographer.

Gill - That British Woman said...

that's a moving poem, just lovely. I too love the photos.

Gill

Jeanne said...

Love and hugs
Jeanne
Very lovely indeed is all that you share. Love Jeanne♥

Decadent Housewife said...

Thank you all.