“Memory 5” by Patti Agapi
(Originally posted February 2014)
battlefields sink beneath pacified ground
pressing bullets and bones
farther down below memory
deep into blood of a fiery soil
where everything burns but the ghosts
whose deaths serve their duty to Mars
grow his rank upon rank of immortals
who guard the damned duly
forgotten foul bowels of history
Writer Lynne Sargent
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Beautiful 🙂
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thank you kindly
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excellent as always,Paul. I love the lines: ‘where everything burns but the ghosts’ and ‘the foul bowels’.
loved it. best wishes from baldy
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much appreciated, baldy
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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I loved the line “where everything burns but the ghosts.” It just really stuck out to me, I suppose.
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glad that it worked for you
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Damn! I wish I had written that! Just incomparable. Reminds me of one of Basho’s greatest haiku:
Ah! Summer grasses!
All that remains
Of the warriors’ dreams
Ron
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I’m humbled
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Awesome!
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thanks dearly, Carol
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That’s me off out with my metal detector then! More seriously what a profound epitaph to what has gone – been left behind – been overlooked and discarded from times previous be it legend or actual.
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always wanted to use one of those metal detector things – Roman artifacts in your territory, I imagine
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Loads – the guys are out there weekdays and weekends alike!
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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I like the last line…
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glad that it worked for you, mike
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I’ve walked battlefields..recent and ancient…. this is perfect
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with that experience, your comment is especially appreciated
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