The Fallen.
How many lie, their memory cloaked
in the love that knows them still.
They live on in the petals of a poppy,
carried on the hearts of those they
cannot know, yet gave their lives to save.
© sweetwater 2022
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How many lie, their memory cloaked
in the love that knows them still.
They live on in the petals of a poppy,
carried on the hearts of those they
cannot know, yet gave their lives to save.
I love poetry like this, that says so much in a few well chosen words. It is a skill and one you naturally exhibit in so much if your work.
I was going to say “in the heart “
Rather than “on the heart”
then I realised that we wear the poppy pinned to the area of the heart.
What would our fallen think of today’s world I ask myself.
It’s just as well they did not live to see their sacrifices were all in vain ( IMHO)
Good to read you again Sue
Alison x
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