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[will_couvillier]

WIP: 725 words yesterday, didn't quite complete it.  Two scenes to go, though.  Should get the rough done this weekend.

Poem: Eh, it was passed on.  

I think I'll share it here -- that way I can ask my friendly LF group mind if there is potential.  It is just one of many...


Whispers

Can't you hear -- the whispers?
Can't you feel the cold --
Can't you scent the lost dreams?
Of bones deep under darkened mold?
The lost soldier; the hapless innocent -- 
All those nameless victims fallen --
Unremembered, unrecalled, these lost souls,
They who have had their human hopes coldly stolen.
Can't you hear the whispers?
The lost ones crying, hoping --
For us to hear, for us to know,
The reason for their tears?

Wrote it around '99, I believe.

Comments

[saycestsay.livejournal.com]

Sorry about that. Eh, that editor don't know nuttin' about poetry. Try again.

[will-couvillier.livejournal.com]

Eh, I fully respect and admire said editors taste...I just wonder if these lttle attempts at poetry are decent reads, with workable form. The reject didn't have much to say, although what can you say about such a short piece?

Of course, now that I posted it here its only good for reprint....