The Forgotten Dead
by Shay White
Thursday, August 11, 2011
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The ghosts of years, long since past,
dim now are their memories of lives once vast.
Their blue cloudless skies, have grayed above,
forever silenced from a world once loved.
Apparitions wander ruins of a crumbling world,
through fading light of the ages, endless and unfurled.
Alone with whispers carried upon a chilling breeze,
murmurs of the forgotten dead, speaking from across the seas.
© Shay White
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|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|I detect a stong Celt or perhaps Gaelic influence in this one...nicely done.
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Ah, interesting that you should pen this particular piece of very well-written poetry now. I'm taking a break from watching "Gone with the Wind." It has been many years since I have seen this movie. I enjoyed your poem, Shay, thank you.|