Flagpole stands its ground
even after the battle dies
stump survives winter
Survivor
Tag: War poetry
It goes on
Watching
life passing by—
single soldier.
Game of numbers
Bloody-red poppies,
power; it’s painful remains—
statistical loss.
And they fall
As war mother’s tears
shedding, scattering plenty,
yet prettier, spring.
Uncorked
a soldier, a wine
barrel-full of tales
one shovel at a time
one glass
