They sew stripes with trembling fingers
Stars stitched like aspirations on fabric
Factories hum to the tempo of urgency
The loom is loud with borrowed hope
Each thread whispers tales of unity fractured
Colors bleed but never blend completely
A signal waved for reasons hard to love
Victory or loss weighs light on poles
In parades, they flutter—ceremonial ghosts
On coffins, draped; final, solemn protests
Children’s hands wave symbols they don’t grasp
Noise of tanks drowned by cloth’s silence
Long after the cannons find their calm
We pack them neatly in forgotten closets
Until another war demands the high price
And flags unfurl to remind us: repeat.
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Some great lines here Gray. The flag a symbol now used as a secondary symbol in this poem. This double layering makes for quite a cake. It is like a second lens double magnifying what lays beneath it. Very nicely done Gray
Thanks Soren I appreciate your feedback
Flags - patriotism - this one is deep, and I'm not going to attempt to add to it apart from a fave. Thanks
Why do you make me nearly break down in a flood of tears with this? Beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a haunting, ringing poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
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