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:
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
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
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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