It was a day without rain.
But the clouds?
Well, they will always be
be there,
reminding us not to look
up, I suppose.
It was a day without wind.
Flags redundant posturing
whispered final obscenities
prior to a sentence of
superfluousness.
It was a day without fear.
Dins of the past echoed,
what was, a forgotten silence.
Only, a day after yesterday.
Yet, it arrived with all the
amnesia, of the one, before!
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 12:06 PM UTC
It was a day without rain.
But the clouds?
Well, they will always be
be there,
reminding us not to look
up, I suppose.
It was a day without wind.
Flags redundant posturing
whispered final obscenities
prior to a sentence of
superfluousness.
It was a day without fear.
Dins of the past echoed,
what was, a forgotten silence.
Only, a day after yesterday.
Yet, it arrived with all the
amnesia, of the one, before!
A poem for Armistice Day.
11 November 1918/2018.
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