Sunday, November 11


Verdun, 1917 by Felix Vallotton

I write this note postmortem
My sincerest apologies to the survived
The wind was blowing wildly as was apparently my mind

The commencement was unremarkable
A simple switch of light
But then it began catching
And here you are tonight

We're mourning for a forest
With a cacophony of shrieks
My sorrys cannot remedy 
The strike cast carelessly

Written for The Mag


5 comments:

  1. Mine is about a forest too. Thanks.

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  2. I like the mind being compared to the wind blowing wildly.

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  3. Love how you concentrated on the burned forestland ... great write!

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  4. There is even war laid on forests. Survival is getting harder.

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  5. Interesting take on this. Well done.

    =)

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