childrenamongtherowsofsoldierslaidtorest
(originally published in Daily Haiku, Dec 21, 2013)
Published by
Sally Biggar
Sally Biggar lives in the mid-coast region of Maine. Little did she know 30 years ago, when she moved to the Olympic Peninsula in Washington State, that she would eventually find herself inexorably drawn, like a salmon, back to her birthplace ? to fields ringed with stone walls, a granite coastline, fresh-water lakes and flaming fall foliage. She draws inspiration for her poetry from daily walks with her husband and eavesdropping anywhere, all the time. She began writing haiku in 2010, but now primarily writes tanka, which have appeared most recently in red lights, Eucalypt, Ribbons, GUSTS and Moonbathing. View all posts by Sally Biggar
Yes. Thank you.
The stone rows; as children ponder death; free minds.
__They are, because of them… so well said within your words, Sally. _m
Yes. The soldiers themselves are children. And children are casualties of war as well.
The entanglement of words running into each other only serves to raise the horror and poignancy of children used in war as one kind of victim or another.
Strong work.
kindest regards,
Alan
the oblivion of children
as contrasted to the oblivion of the soldiers gone
a poem of contrasts, life/death, play/rest, innocence/guilt?
Very powerful.
marion