Quadrille Monday – Memorial Day 2016

Today is Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub. Bjorn has given us the prompt word of “breeze”. We are to write a poem of 44 words – no more, no less, title not included and use the prompt word in the body of the poem. Come visit and join in the fun. Read some great poems and at 44 words a pop, they won’t take much of your time! Who knows, you may find you like poetry after all! Happy Memorial Day to you. Thank you to all our veterans and to those currently serving and their families. Remember those who died so you could have to the right to your own opinion and freedom to voice it.  It will be my privilege to be one of the volunteers to place flags upon the graves of a local military cemetery this Memorial Day.

public domain photo

public domain photo

Memorial Day 2016
Smooth grass beneath a peaceful sky.
clouds drift and sometimes
the song of a bird breaks the silence.
Shadows deepen, the sun sinks low.
Soft breezes cause the flags in front
of the too many stones to flutter.
Be at rest, work is done.


copyright Kanzensakura - my father, far left, Paris, 21st birthday

copyright Kanzensakura – my father, far left, Paris, 21st birthday

26 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. thotpurge
    May 30, 2016 @ 06:59:06

    Too many stones… sadly. Enjoyed your quadrille…


  2. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    May 30, 2016 @ 13:49:00

    Oh all those stones… yet the breeze can sooth and dry our tears. I love the photo of your father. It’s such a long time ago, maybe people think it’s time again…


    • kanzensakura
      May 30, 2016 @ 14:01:04

      His two best buddies are with him. According to my father, they were “adopted” by several French ladies who let them live with them, cooked and did their wash and other things to give them good memories of Paris. A couple of months later, his two best friends were killed in an offensive for which he was awarded a Bronze star. my father never tried to collect the award. He rarely talked about WWII and when he did, he would often cry. He said he could not take an award for trying to save (and actually ended up saving 12 men) the lives of men and his friends who would have done the same for him. For years, he had a hard time sleeping and sometimes when he did, he would awaken screaming. Now we know it as PTSD. Back then, soldiers were mostly on their own and tried to find what peace they could. people often say I look like my father, which makes me proud.


  3. whimsygizmo
    May 30, 2016 @ 15:18:50

    I am deeply touched by this:
    “the flags in front
    of the too many stones”

    When my kids were littles, we had a little friend who always said “too really loud.” Your choice of wording brings such a new light to this…as though it’s being seen for the first time through innocent eyes. And isn’t that always how we should see it? NEW, for the true horror and tragedy it is? I love this, Toni.


  4. freyathewriter
    May 30, 2016 @ 15:24:27

    Deeply evocative…


  5. Candy
    May 30, 2016 @ 15:27:50

    beautiful remembrance


  6. little learner
    May 30, 2016 @ 16:27:26

    So beautiful and poignant, especially with the photo of your father and his friends. Thank you for this!


  7. Grace
    May 30, 2016 @ 17:19:30

    Love that ending line, like a closing prayer ~ Very apt for today’s memorial celebration ~


  8. Sasha A. Palmer
    May 30, 2016 @ 19:07:18

    You said so much in “too many stones.” Thank you for sharing the photograph.


  9. Victoria C. Slotto
    May 30, 2016 @ 20:16:40

    Touched me deeply. I addressed the reasons why in a poem (an old one) on my Christian blog: http://andknowthatiam.wordpress.com You may have seen it before.


  10. jillys2016
    May 30, 2016 @ 21:19:46

    Visiting Arlington is a life-time experience. Thank you for sharing this heart-grabbing poem.


  11. maria
    May 31, 2016 @ 04:44:19

    “Be at rest, work is done.” Truly. Kudos to all those courageous men beneath those stones. 🙂 Great peace, Toni!


  12. lillian
    May 31, 2016 @ 06:44:47

    Oh Toni — we are kindred spirits in so many ways 🙂
    Far to many stones indeed. I almost posted a photo of my dad also — but we have company for the week and I only have a limited time for my reading and writing. I love this photo of your dad here.
    A wonderful holiday — so much more than a day off work and a time for picnics in the sun. Well done my friend.


  13. Bryan Ens
    May 31, 2016 @ 08:26:09

    We have much to be thankful for, and far too often forget that our freedom was bought with a great price.


  14. Walt Wojtanik
    May 31, 2016 @ 12:46:00

    A very fine blend of Taps and Flanders Field. A solemn tribute from the heart, Toni!


  15. Truedessa
    May 31, 2016 @ 20:43:07

    The flags in front of too many stones – this reminded me of a time I helped put flags in front of some stones at a local cemetery before the parade.


  16. kaykuala (@hankkaykuala)
    Jun 01, 2016 @ 02:51:24

    Be at rest, work is done.

    Yes, let the new generation take over running the country! Rightly so Toni!



  17. Mish
    Jun 01, 2016 @ 18:01:14

    Definitely “too many stones”.
    There is peace in your words and the photo of your father…wow, that is a special share. A beautiful post, Toni.


  18. Rosemary Nissen-Wade
    Jun 02, 2016 @ 03:17:12

    Beautifully described.


  19. Linda Kruschke
    Jun 02, 2016 @ 13:03:10

    Simply wonderful!


  20. othermary
    Jun 02, 2016 @ 17:29:41

    Certainly too many flags, too many graves. That’s a great picture of your father. Thank you for sharing it with us.


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