Response to In Flanders Fields by Dirk Lemmens The world does not weep it is only rain falling the world does not bleed it is only a field of red poppies grown thick on wounded earth closed over the bones of young men Bones here so long they are clean all the squalor of torn flesh dissolved absorbed by organisms of decay and transmuted into new earth Under the rain and the living red the white bones rest absolved of all dissension empty and content to remember nothing Mary McCarthy This poem was written as part of the 20 Poem Challenge Mary McCarthy has always been a writer, but spent most of her working life as a Registered Nurse. She has had many publications in journals, including Earth's Daughters, Caketrain, and The Evening Street Review, among others. She has only recently discovered the vibrant poetry communities on the internet, where there is so much to explore and enjoy.
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Deborah Guzzi
11/19/2015 06:21:04 pm
So very true Mary, I enjoyed the depth of this verse.
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