Sunday, March 4, 2012

"Fallen" (poem)

A stunning visual prompt from Margo Roby (Wordgathering, Tuesday Tryouts)

Taken by Timothy H. O'Sullivan Type: Photography-Photoprint Medium: albumen print mounted on paper Repository:Smithsonian American Art Museum
image credit flickr

~ Fallen ~

Lay them down in the fields of sweet barley and rye,
Let them pause just a bit till they’re ready to fly,

Don’t bend over them, don’t morn, don’t weep,
Don’t disturb their rest, let them sleep, let them sleep.

They will gather their strength, and together they’ll rise,
All like one they’ll take flight to the still paradise,

Where the children await, where the wives of their own
They’ll embrace at the gate, where the fields lie unmown. 

Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur


  1. Replies
    1. Thank you Michael... I'm not sure I understand your comment, though... If you happen to stop by again, could you help me out, please?

  2. I missed this prompt of Margo's - so I will be going there next. You turned a sad image into something more hopeful. You have been a busy writer today!

    1. Thank you, Teri. It's a powerful image. You cannot really miss Margo's prompt, because "We have forever to post" (her words.) It's never too late to join in. I think that's wonderful.

  3. Somehow I missed this beauty...hope, not simply horror is what you remind the reader of! thank-you~ I am simply not able to keep up with all the prompts. Maybe I can still attempt a tardy offering.