Flanders fields we left behind
Earthen hearts fallowed
Withered within the soil
White crucifix for every bleed
Erected in the mind
And borne out by imagined need
Yet here we are
No prisoners were taken
No quarter given
We ground each other
To abrasive diminution
Only words left forsaken
Silence as ammunition
Yet here we are
We have skin again
Let it not be tested
We feel our fragility
Truthfully painful to grow
The tissue is easy slain
With the bandages to know
Yet here we are
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A ddp impacting poem and raw truth on what arises out of history and war even. It takes much longer to work on and with history than to start something that will not be forgotten within generations-even never.An impressingly deep work and insight which is made for the reader between the lines,the thinker and not for the "seconds-reader".
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This is really a stunning write! You have penned such truth in this. It is quite emotional and strong in it's imagery!
Wonderful penneing.
Thank you so much for sharing.
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Gaylene
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Thanks :-)
Thank you very much Gaylene you are most gracious.
Regards,
Brett
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