It’s too late now to say you’re sorry,
I can’t forgive you
even as I die.
I’m watching flowers burning,
dying slowly.
I even think that I can hear them cry.
I hear the soulful wailing of a
baby——
he knows it’s all over—
Dead daisies,
Dead clover,
Burning forests,
A burning pullover,
On the man up the road.
Burning forests, blackened sky,
but even in this,
I don’t want to die.
Saying goodbye to nature
as she grinds to a halt,
Destroyed by the demons
Of wartime thought….
But that is the wrong word,
they never did think….
Oh god! What a stink!
And where are you now sir?
Almighty, m’Lord?
Planting an apple tree
In a new world?
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Author:
Pam Maxwell Alps (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote poems many years ago, as a student. I mostly wrote empathetic poems , imagining other people’s situations.
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Comments1
There is an initial inability to forgive stated in this poem crying of a child, fire destruction and an asking of where God is when needed off planting an apple tree in the new world. The feeling of abandonment is quite strong here. Well expressed.
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