Brian Taylor

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11th Hour,11th Day,11th Month - Poem by Brian Taylor

November Rose.
Pink and white and mauve.
Solitary, still,
among the rosemary and late autumnal gorse.

Sea winds have blown.
The first frosts have frozen the short grass.

Spring and summer are memories,
midwinter an echo in reverse.

November Rose for the dying.
November Poppies for the dead,
who cannot sleep
but stream towards new birth;
whose pain outlasts
the bitter Flanders earth.


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  • Silver Star - 3,545 Points Valerie Dohren (11/5/2013 4:48:00 PM)

    A time when we all must remember. Good one Brian. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 6, 2013


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