On A Conversation Gone
But Not Forgotten
You said I couldn't understand war
as you did,
a thing of fear, loneliness and despair,
in a cause with no meaning.
I smile sadly remembering,
I suffer also, your fear
I am alone, having lost you
to a cause forgotten.
Each letter you write
and each you don't gives me pain.
You with your reality of war
and I with mine,
Who is to say which of us suffers more?
- Jane Ann Kemp
Void of warning, it wakes us, mourning
Loudly, declaring powerful revenge.
Seas of still grass become raging tempests
Unable to remain at rest.
The airy seed of a yellow weed
Are imprisoned, instead of freed.
Sand, leaves, all things dead and small
Are airborn by it's breathy call,
And a gust decides what shall survive
And even a tree, large, strong, and alive
Does not escape it's insufflating influence.
- Wendy Laser