It’s an odd poem, I know, as it is a series of haikus loosely strung together. They actually go with a series of photos, but I wanted to post them here as well, in their proper order.

It ends hopefully, which I like. I think it captures the loneliness of the cemetery and the loss, but not so much the anger you mentioned. It transcends the anger and leads to peace.

i agree with elsha. this is a beautiful string of poems. =)

My mind went a completely different direction reading this. I imagined a WWII soldier enduring a cold night in the French outdoors. Maybe Baston.

A little confused by a word choice in the fourth stanza. “For to…” typo or purposeful?

Anyway, I love poetry and thought this flowed very well from thought to thought.

This was nominated for the ficly poetry book.