Poem.

 

Wearing sorrow like a scarlet overcoat,

tears a crystal choker.

A poppy for remembrance

and ‘V’ for victory.

Flying the flag,

freedom a badge of honour

bought so expensively.

 

Lovers immortalised in silver frames,

graveside roses wilt in the sun.

Those brave relations,

nephews, brothers

cold engravements

for what we have won.

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  • ceegirl on Jul 20, 2010

    well express

  • Lwandaz Tale on Jul 20, 2010

    The irony is palpable…an excellent poem!

  • Harley Johnson on Jul 22, 2010

    Very touching. I recall the sadness of losing young men to war in a tiny farm community during war. I am, generally, opposed to war unless it is for defense. I fear that America now has a very powerful war industry which will keep wars going someplace all the time…for profit. Great poem.

  • Magic Quill on Jul 22, 2010

    sadly so.
    I am lucky to be from a generation that has missed 1st and 2nd WW

  • Biswajit Basu on Aug 14, 2010

    The words you use sparkle like jewels in a bracelet. Please teach me to write poems like you. I didn’t know poem could be adorable such as yours. I want to read it again and again.

  • Magic Quill on Aug 15, 2010

    thank you biswajit,
    you are very kind
    if i am a little bit quiet on the triond front lately it is because i am writing a novel. it is much hard work.

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