Poetry

 

One Hundred Years On

 

One hundred years on

We remember

In two minutes silence

The blood spilt

On foreign lands

Bodies broken

Shattered minds

Sacrificed lives

But do we remember why?

 

One hundred years on

We witness

Blood spilt

On foreign lands

Flowing into all our homes

Scarring minds

As we watch

Lives sacrificed

Unable to understand why.

 

One hundred years on

Two minutes silence

To remember

Is not enough

Too soon

We forget

Why.

 

 

 

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Ghosts

 

Ghosts are but memories

Refusing to be forgotten

Illuminated shadows

Hidden in the light

Softly settling on our thoughts.

 

Ghosts are but memories

Refusing to be forgotten

Their voices softly sighing

Seeking our attention

Hoping that we will listen.

 

Ghosts are but memories

Refusing to be forgotten

Their presence mistaken

For those we miss

Who once offered us guidence.

 

Ghosts are but memories

Refusing to be forgotten

Giving their advice

To anyone who will listen

To their whispered wisdom.

 

Ghostas are but memories

Refusing to be forgotten

Created in our minds

Searching for solutions

Real but still imagined.

 

Ghosts are but us

Looking for patterns

In the chaos of our senses

Recognising frequencies

In which we find resonance.

 

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