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Flanders Field (Sonnet)
November 11, 2012
9:31 am

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Flanders Field bleeds,

Gunshots heard from near and far,

Echoing through the fields,

Even heard by the stars.


In Flanders Field bullets are found,

Blood leaking for bullet wounds,

Look all around—

Over flat land and small mounds.


On Flanders Field,

There we find nameless soldiers,

All wounds already healed,

Waving at us, over their shoulders.


There, in Flanders Field, there we find,

The many people who have died.

I'm breaking constantly, continuously and always, it's just that nobody sees it - but I'm fine with that, as long as there's something to fix me, too. ~ Me
November 11, 2012
8:10 pm

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there is a lot of history it seems, in your writing. But it is intense and passionate in an emotional sense. I love the way you bring the essence of war and battle to light. Good write.

“The greatest treasures are those invisible to the eye but found by the heart.”~Anon
November 13, 2012
11:29 pm

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Seriously love the way you opened this, that first stanza is just.. wow. Can tell you put time in learning about this subject and have deep feelings about it, excellent poem :)

Perfection; my greatest strength and weakness.

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