Tuesday, October 26, 2004

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Hidden ‘neath a rumbling ground

I wait for deaf’ning shouts to fade

The damp and cold now fill my bones

With paralyzing fear.

 

Have I been seen or do they know?

Dare I leave this human waste?

Not while the soldiers still parade

Above my haven here.

 

I sit in morbid dread this day,

While plumes of smoke the chambers spew

Fill the skies with mother’s bones

And father’s faded smile.

 

Which is worse, the dusk or dawn?

‘Tis all the same when freedom dies.

For I shall never live as when

Before the solders’ rise.

 

Copyright©2004 Lori Lee Nelson

3 comments:

bhpcr said...

I have enjoyed meeting you through your journal. Glad your being picked led me there. Congratulations. I also write poetry..some of which I have posted in my journal. I have found I enjoy the site   Haikulike  and discovered writing haiku suits my style also. How did you go about getting your books published? I am thinking along those lines as well. Would appreciate any suggestions. ~Barbara

sasonalmah said...

That poem is very real, if you know what I am trying to say.  It is well written, yet because of the subject you hesitate to called it nice.......yet it is......  Anyway, I hope you understand.  lol

Tracy

msroseko004 said...

I can not begin to tell you how impressed I am with this latest entry!  Wonderful wording!  Damn, I wish I had your talent.....

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