...those lost in foreign lands....

Who cries to the silence?

Down the river of discarded days
nights flow again, all empty.
Stars float indifferently
past an ambivalent moon.

Who cries to the silence?
Those lost in foreign lands,
who lie unmarked in desert sand or seas
cheated of life, the flimsy words
they died for now are changed,
and all the winds cry out for justice.

When silence strikes at souls
combustion grows,
until a 'blue' is unavoidable,
not of this world,
no smoke, no flame,
only lost voices which the winds
kindle and rekindle...

Poetry by Scharlie Meeuws
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Written on 2008-04-18 at 23:07

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
this is such a poignant poem full of imagery. It really moved me. Kathy

lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
Young lady you are a brilliant poet and an asset to this site your poetry is perfectly poised and welcome back rgds Mike

Is this about the lost souls of war? I loved this one too.