Lost notes
muffled by wayward apparitionsseep out of the stormfront
weeping their dreary sound
onto loosened images
etched in shades of grey
carpeting a lonely landscape
where melancholy lingers.
The flowers of the forest play on.
A cavalry of hollow dreams
loom over clay remnants
on a stubbled field
where fog blurs reality into images.
Good friends never come back.
As the last note is played,
echoing on the edge of fog fed light
Notes lost in the blues
where silence renders memories
where life once harboured hope.
The world is waiting for the sun
to rise out of the grey draped hills
Until then.....we will recognize for whom the bell tolls.
7 comments:
Hi Muskie - long time!!
I think we (you and I) share a very special and deep respect for Remembrance Day. It is always one of the most important days, each year, for me.
A momentary stop, to cast one's consciousness across a sea of time and place, revealing the essence of humanity, it's fragility and most of all, of sacrifice - is an overwhelming experience. For me, I think it might even be a tiny glimpse of heaven, itself.
One of the most memorable November 11th's in my life was actually spent in Fredericton. I was there for a wine event - which was normally held annually in Moncton, but had been moved to Fredericton that particular year. I had an extra day (which happened to be Remembrance Day) and I walked downtown, to join a large throng of local folk at 11:00 AM.
It was so great - I want to return, one day to do it again!
All the best,
"DAISY"
A beautiful tribute to lives lost. Reverant and filled with emotion-laden imagery. Lovely piece Dana! xx, JP/deb
The flowers of the forest - a piped lament that always strikes deeply.
I used to work in New Brunswick-Sackville actually, so the memories of the cenotaph and the pipes and the falling leaves all come back now.
Good site.
This is so absolutely beautiful!
Shasta....longtime, but you know what? Timely my friend! I have been yearning for Kawabi connections all weekend....needing some grounding and root maintenance I guess. :) So, you're smiling presence is felt very much today.
My respect for honouring our veterans and the people who died in the wars has grown more deeply since moving to the Maritimes where stories run through the generations of families. The strong ties to both the army and the navy is felt on a daily basis, as you know.....CFB Gagetown is only 15 minutes from where I live. Military families are a very important component of our larger neighbourhood.
I love that you have stood at the cenotaph here....it is amazing the turn out, eh? And there is such a strong emotional feel standing there, on loyalist ground, next to that beautiful Cathedral... and for me now that I've been here over 20 years....familiar faces throughout the crowd. :)
Yes, I will be there tomorrow, and tonight plan to stop at the vigil 1912-1918 memorial at UNB to pay my respects.
Hope the harvest was fruitful and the wine is divine.
Deb....thank you. I posted it first draft, and it feels a bit too heavy handed now that I've had a couple of hours to let it steep. But, will wait a bit more before I mess with the wordplay.
Eveningson....welcome....the autumn this year was just as lovely! I usually drive through Sackville on Thanksgiving weekend, but didn't this year. Such a beautiful town. Did you work at Mount A?? Great university. When I learned the title of the piece played at the end of most Remembrance Day services was Flowers in the Forest, I listening to the piece again. I was intrigued by the title....and envisioned the type of spring flowers found in the forest....wild, beautiful and strong enough to thrive....Trilliums come to mind.
Tabby....thank you. I'm glad it spoke to you.
Beautiful! Yes, it tolls for thee.
Mark....such a power piece....it was in my mind while I made an attempt...
"Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee."
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