REMEMBRANCE DAY POEM

The Earth Speaks, and Wise Ones Listen

A silent protest and warning from Mother Earth on Remembrance Day

Image by Rebekka D from Pixabay

Each year on November 11th,
the Earth reflects,
breathing gently in sombre silence.

Cold winds carry ghostly murmurs
of the rat-a-tat-tat of war and the soulful cries of broken soldiers.
Lives cut short in cold
fields
skies
oceans
far from warm homes and loved ones.

Poppies stand quietly in woods and meadows,
swaying sadly under silent skies,
delicate symbols of war and peace,
honouring the fallen.
In the sunlit morning, nature’s teardrops glisten
on translucent, blood-red petals.
Dark centres,
bullet hole portals to a million agonizing stories.

Mothers kneeling in doorways hold envelopes to the sky with desperate cries.
Fathers, numb, unable to comfort, endure the quiet agony of unwept tears.
Heartbroken siblings reach in dreams for the hands of…