Remembrance Poem by Jon Holloway
Remembrance
After
A paper poppy lies dead in a puddle,
Red dye seeps into the water
Sun breaks through overhead and the wind
makes ripples in the slaughter
A dead paper poppy fading in a puddle
A dead paper poppy fading in a puddle and this is provoking thought. This poem is very sensitive and this carries wise humor. No one likes war in life. All need peace and love...10
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4/25/2024 3:40:04 PM # 1.0.0.1119
the wind makesripples in the slaughter..such a fine poem, great image, , graphic. super! ! tony