That line, "But I cannot: That line, "But I cannot forget the other ground, where no flowers bloom, no bells resound. The Romanov children, stripped and slain, their bodies hidden in Siberian rain" has the power of a "suckerpunch" to the gut or kidney.
Wow! And on a corollary: Wow! And on a corollary thought;
A Widow’s Lament in the Age of No Flowers
Late on the night of January’s frost, I watched my husband breathe his final cost. They brought him wreathes, they brought him song, they crowned his silence, they called it strong.
But I cannot forget the other ground, where no flowers bloom, no bells resound. The Romanov children, stripped and slain, their bodies hidden in Siberian rain.
Graveless, cancelled, erased from the page, yet their shadows rise to indict the age. No cenotaph, no marble stone, only whispers where they lie unknown.
And I, the widow, dare not tell my comrades of this thought of hell: What if the Faith they sought to kill still tolls its bell, relentless, shrill?
For one is celebrated, banners unfurled, while the others are banished from the world. Yet stars above, with hostile light, judge both alike in endless night.
Thanks so much. Still aiming: Thanks so much. Still aiming at getting an entire poem to soar. I understand that's quite the holy grail. When I think of that it may for some be like Frost's "nothing gold can stay."
You certainly have the skills..: You certainly have the skills to produce a great poem
That's something I've always felt
Not like the producer Max Bialystock, you know him ?
He wears a cardboard belt! Thanks for posting
Well done! I enjoyed..: Well done! I enjoyed reading this very much. If I may addJoe was a man who wished to sleep with fish
Loved the way they looked, one look, got hooked
Go anywhere to meet 'em, didn't work out? He'd eat 'em
After three days they'd be gone, no longer fresh, he
Should know his fish, his name? Joe Pesci
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