Work in Progress-'Forget Me Not'

[JackShea]

No Flanders Field, Nor Poppy rows, only
Forgotten Mothers, Fathers, Daughters, and Sons.
Who listen to the distant drum
As down they lie with rifle and with gun
Taps a'blow in the setting sun.

A Terrible Beauty, is it born? If so,
Hear my words in foreign lands
A ne n'oubliz par for you
With a Faramusham Makon too
Bundled within a blanket of petaled blue.

Do you meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same?
No matter the creed or color of skin
In death, who wins?
These words are penned with tears for you and,
Sown in my field of Forget Me Nots.

C-2006

[Mseif]

not the best ive ever read. but i like it and would love to hear the finished version when you are done

[ktd222]

CLICHE. A BIG NO NO


Forget me not
This reminds me of John Donne's Death Be Not Proud.


A Terrible Beauty, is it born?
This is very similar to a line from W.B. Yeats Easter 1916

Actually this poem has a very similar theme to Easter 1916

[JackShea]

I truly appreciate both your comments. I think I shall stick with what I have written as it was how I felt, and still do, at the time...My very best...Jack