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 2023
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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

Last edited 2 months ago by stormwolf

Oh I am so sad to hear of your loss. I understand fully. It happened to me when my cat Pushka aged 19, could not cope with my latest move. A sense of disbelief descended, then excrutiating loss. I beat myself up that I had moved after being 15 years in my last house but he had weathered three moves before that. If he had only been able to stay 6 more months to get me over the worst but he was worn out. For three weeks I sat on packing cases waiting for furniture, the garden a windswept reflection… Read more »


Hi Sue, I see that you have been valiantly posting on this site that I thought was defunct but it is now functioning again.
Your short poem about the legacy of the First World War and the memory of the victims of that atrocious conflict reflects well the emotions everyone feels and it is also a reminder of the misery that wars bring. It is wise to remember Churchill’s famous quote:
” Jaw, jaw is better than war, war>”

Luigi x

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