Wednesday, 5 November 2014

The Fallen...



No more the beauty

Of another day to see

Nor the warmth

Of summer's breath

To brush the cheek

Only the mournful thud

Of soil upon the grave

And loved ones

Grieving harmonies

As they weep



Poem only  © Copyright Lynn Gerrard 2.8.2012

12 comments:

  1. Good meaningful poem here I felt every word. In the futile valleys of lost causes where standing with losses create unbearable pauses.

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    1. I always look forward to the poetry of your comments...Thank you...x

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  2. A heartfelt superbly constructed poigniant poem. What can I say... more more bravo!

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  3. heroes sleep ~
    neath warm green grass ~
    worries laid to rest ©

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    1. Ohhh Hap...that is so beautiful...xx

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    2. Thanx sweetie...yours is much better! 😊

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    3. We're both gonna have to agree to disagree on that one!.... :) xx

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  4. Beautiful tribute 💖xx

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