Thursday, May 21, 2009

Remembrance/ Memorial Day

Last week the trumpet sounded
its bereavement,
a piper unfolded Amazing Grace
as Clans paraded in their kilts
before the tapping drums,
shepharding widows and children
and the bearers of the empty coffin,
as if there were a body within.
The widow wants closure
after endless sifting of dust
and prayers to find a bone
that says, this was he.
Let's bury his blood,
stored away for when need be.
We'll drip it into a clear glass vial,
top it with a faceted crystal,
place it on a satin comforter,
seal the casket's lid,
so it remains at peace forever.
The place of rest
will bear his name on granite.
The widow has a spot to whisper now,
and the drop of red
that lies inside the coffin,
is safe
to never spill as blood.
from: Two Ghosts/ Poems


Deedee said...

So heart-wrenching.

Jeane Myers said...

wow - incredible....

A Cuban In London said...

This was a very intense poem with a striking image to go with it. Many thanks.

Greetings from London.

Lyn said...

Hi Deedee-
After 9/11 there were ceremonies like this.

Thank still breaks my heart...surreal!

Greetings to A Cuban-
I will never forget the look of that day..the clearest blue sky, the blackest smoke...

Unknown said...

Hi Lyn,

A beautiful, poignant poem. And a fine tribute to the many.

Thanks for your comments on Hyacinthus. Looks like everyone else preferred the other one though! I appreciate them all.

Lyn said...

Hi Derrick-
Thank you...always in my heart..
I know that I was in the minority with Hyacinthus.. loved reciting it, really liked the other one too..but..

Raph G. Neckmann said...

What a very moving poem, Lyn.

Lyn said...

Hi Raph-
I so appreciate your comment..thank you!

Petrea Burchard said...

Terrific imagery, very nice.

Thanks for your visit to my blog, Lyn.

Lyn said...

Hi Petrea-
Thanks for your's a pleasure to meet you!!


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