Many a great wars
were fought
old and young
women and men
suffered alike
many sons were sacrificed
for the land
which bore them
memorials were held
monument erected alike
candles illuminated it
towners shed tears
placed flowers
just as the war faded
the monument
a reminder of the sacrificed sons
faded from everyone’s memories
so much for remembrance
grasses grow over it
fireflies visit
moonlight illuminates it
nature took care
of what human built and forgot
[This poem has been entered in the Poetry Potluck. Thank you Jingle.]
WordsWorthMillions 
I read somewhere that the general public is able to recall events for about 10 years and then it fades in memory until the next crisis arises…and the cycle begins again…how sad….good poem on that issue.
Good one yet again. Of course there are few animals trapped in man’s body lurking and groping in the darkness around those sacred monuments – with clear vision. And when everything done and gone, people wail in borrowed pain of loss.
remnants could bring back memories… lovely stuff!
Great poem, I read it slowly and outloud, really impressive!
Yes, we wrote on a similar vein….these monuments that we must look to nudge our memories of human beings and the lessons of the sacrifices of the past so we may live a better now.
JP
http://tasithoughts.wordpress.com/2010/11/08/names-on-a-slab-of-stone/
Nice Potluck entry!
it took me to the temples in the north of india…. nicely done WWM
Cheers!!!
How sad I guess nature does take care of what humans built. We just need to remember!
smart highlight …
Glad to have you being part of Jingle Poetry.
have fun…
xxx
Beautifully crafted your poem.Enjoyed it!
I agree with you totally… ‘nature took care
of what human built and forgot’
Very nice verse… and your sadness in all this…
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Happy Wednesday.
Thanks a lot for the lovely contribution.
xxx
wonderful poem. enjoyed the deeper metaphor of nature undoing what humans have done… nice job!
Am I the first to notice the shape of your poem? Well It gives out an image of Jangchub Chorten as I told you, very much illustrating and glorifying the content of your poem.
PaSsu, I also noticed it today. I wonder how the shape came to be like this; it wasn’t intentional. I noticed it and showed it to Launan and then told you; you are the second person.