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In sunshine
it rains on occasion
cloudburst's choice
           invasion
catching some with muddy shoes
and others
singing joyful celluloid songs

another cold mud month
does not discriminate
sporadically choosing victims
                 once
to the many fallen
channeled
red rivulet's ruin

April,
where are your poppies,
moments of silence?
tears, showers copy,
if dammed would over flood
howling grief's tsunami
pain pressing each drop
to say they did not end it
            sooner

-cec
Na/GloPoWriMo - Kickoff, not a prompt ...
Carlo C Gomez Dec 2021
~
A no-man's land,
ablaze in scarlet

A no-man's land,
the blood and the bones of men

The more who died,
the more they thrived

A no-man's land,
flowered along the banks
from which the dead drank,
to forget their former existence,
when they were singing
in the lulls

A no-man's land,
offering a touch
of Heaven in Hell

~
Kurt Carman Nov 2017
Reciting Flanders Field,

My tears soak this hallowed ground,

Single red Poppy tribute,

A remembrance of those fallen.

 

I stand in silence ………

And silence speaks when words cannot.

“Lest we forget” 11/11/2017

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