Shredded Flowers of Peace

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #590

Words:  floods, barns, faded, walked, peace, drumming, clung,
        hunt, thick, blooms, topped, spread

Outside the barns, homes,
and shelters we have walked
past, thick blooms that once
clung to peace have faded–
spread so sparsely–the deluge
of floods, and drumming
of wars have hunted them
down.  All that is left
of the wilted tops 
are cold, gray ashes.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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