Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Kenesaw Mountain


Time has erased
the blood in this place,
No trace of the brothers
Who fought one another...
shooting from anonymous
lines of smoke.

The gray morning
Turned blue.
but they never knew it.



Kenesaw Mountain, Georgia, 1864

Our three words: Erase, Trace, Meadow.
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9 comments:

  1. Stan SkiJune 16, 2010 at 4:16 AM

    The world is littered with such meadows.

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  2. anthonynorthJune 16, 2010 at 6:58 AM

    I shudder to think how many such places there are in the UK. So many wars, so many battles.

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  3. Julie Jordan ScottJune 16, 2010 at 8:10 AM

    ohhhh... straight from your words to my gut.

    Wow. SO evocative.

    THANK YOU.

    Read my 3ww here.

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  4. Vivekanand MJune 16, 2010 at 11:03 AM

    The last line is heart rending. Really chilling.

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  5. CarinaJune 16, 2010 at 11:21 AM

    Fantastic and tragic enemies. There is so little real joy in victory.

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  6. AmityJune 16, 2010 at 10:50 PM

    Such a poignant rendition of the prompt Lilibeth and you were able to transport us into those tragic times.

    The pic helped a lot also...

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  7. Dee MartinJune 17, 2010 at 8:25 AM

    Oh Lilibeth, this is just beautiful - reminded me of Sara Teasdale's "There Will Come Soft Rains".

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  8. Tumblewords:June 17, 2010 at 12:43 PM

    Superb! It's a timely reminder!

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  9. one more believerJune 20, 2010 at 2:02 PM

    beautiful... it is good to remember, thank you...

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