One Hundred Years On
One hundred years on
We remember
In two minutes silence
The blood spilt
On foreign lands
Bodies broken
Shattered minds
Sacrificed lives
But do we remember why?
One hundred years on
We witness
Blood spilt
On foreign lands
Flowing into all our homes
Scarring minds
As we watch
Lives sacrificed
Unable to understand why.
One hundred years on
Two minutes silence
To remember
Is not enough
Too soon
We forget
Why.
allisdhair 2014
Ghosts
Ghosts are but memories
Refusing to be forgotten
Illuminated shadows
Hidden in the light
Softly settling on our thoughts.
Ghosts are but memories
Refusing to be forgotten
Their voices softly sighing
Seeking our attention
Hoping that we will listen.
Ghosts are but memories
Refusing to be forgotten
Their presence mistaken
For those we miss
Who once offered us guidence.
Ghosts are but memories
Refusing to be forgotten
Giving their advice
To anyone who will listen
To their whispered wisdom.
Ghostas are but memories
Refusing to be forgotten
Created in our minds
Searching for solutions
Real but still imagined.
Ghosts are but us
Looking for patterns
In the chaos of our senses
Recognising frequencies
In which we find resonance.
Allisdhair 2017