Honor digs graves with raw frozen tears, one

soul grows war-burnt, one is released in-

to combat from a grave in lands where three

whiskies shout war; cries of young wives

cleave to duties, to struggles of babes, brave

men pray to God alone in unbound silence.

~j.lynn sheridan~

Prompts: Joseph Harker Naming Constellations
Reverie Twenty: taste the rainbow

Poets United Think Tank #98


7 thoughts on “Honor

  1. Your tribute to honor abounds with realism and respect, this fantastic poem is a true testament to what the concept of hero truly means!! You have outdone yourself, I salute and applaud this outstanding effort by masterful poetess !!!

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