We the lucky, l
ay
under a white lace cover
'til the green pokes through.
Remember those killed
when you whisper in the night;
remember their howls.
Step softly and bow
'round the still-warm graves of those
surrendered too soon.
Hear their frail echoes
and know that spring warms you but
leaves the dead stone cold.
I rewrote some lines fromFWE ~ lay down your swords ~ lay thee downto make them acceptable to Haiku form. A great exercise.

























Comments: 60
It's easy to forget the dead...they never complain when we don't come calling...
what a wonderful elegy to their memory...and all in haiku
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I had rewritten this from an earlier poem, because I find Haiku difficult to write.
Thanks.
I really like this, Kathryn.
Bravo, Kathy
new
The rivers of sorrow run deep
And widen with time.
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Most excellent Haiku, Kathryn !!
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