At the National Cemetery

Kinsley Lee

Early spring day the sun is going

To set at the western mountain ridges

And the tombstones are lining up and greyly shining

On the sky a bird is whirling with his remiges.

 

Far away, beside the entrance

Gate, the many flags are waving

On the flagpoles and the statues are erected for remembrance.

A short day, slowly the darkness is drawing.

 

On the big tree, a crow make sounds, caw and caw

As if he try to appeal to the live.

On the shaking bough, he’s grasping tightly by his paw.

And the otherworld not long, he warns to the live.

 

The artificial flowers are picked by the tombstones,

On the yellow lawn, the more they’re splendid

The more they’re looked lonely, on this divine zones,

But the Congress’s strife for the profit is not ended.

  • Author: Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 5th, 2023 18:05
  • Comment from author about the poem: On the way to spring, I visited the National Cemetery. I try to write my feeling at late day of the landscape.
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  • orchidee

    Good write K.

    • Kinsley Lee

      Hi! Thank you for your kind comments. Have a nice new week and new spring.

    • L. B. Mek

      'A short day, slowly the darkness is drawing.'
      beautiful Poetry, reading these words I can't help
      but apply it as metaphor to those gone, but unforgotten
      and their legacy:
      'whose short life's, linger as a lasting shadow'
      affording their proud nation an anchor
      for their hope's
      despite, the folly of those
      who tarnish their memories and sacrifices
      in the name of short-sighted
      political machinations...
      this a Truism
      in Dongjak-dong
      as it is
      in Delville Wood
      as it is
      in Arlington;
      'War
      is young men
      dying
      and old men
      plotting'
      .
      .
      .

      • Kinsley Lee

        Hi! L.B.
        Thank you for your kind comments. Many young soldiers were dead for their country and for his left people, but the live forget their sacrifice and quarrel for their profits not country. It's sorrow to me. Even if the they put the artificial flowers to them, only the ritual and political action...
        Have a nice new week and new spring. Best Regards.



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