A Ghostly Flag

A Ghostly Flag

Pure as soft cotton growing under a hot sun.
Cotton as white as luminous, billowy clouds floating above.
Stretched into thread as white as fresh fallen snow.
A white flag is born.

A flag with no colors, no emblems, no country to call its own.
Opposing winds tatter and tear the banner to its fringes.
Surrender becomes a situation that cannot be won.
A plain white flag is waved.

Sanguinary blood splatters as it rises to cease fire.
Cerulean teardrops stain descending down like ink on paper.
A bleeding pennant remains on the battlefield.
A flag is reincarnated.

Now an emblem no longer pure or white.
Strong winds dispatch the flag to fly home.
Resurrected spirit no longer surrendered.
An unarmored flag has won.

Responses

5 comments so far.

1. Jeanne Lahn says:

   This is a beautifully articulated retrease on surrendering in war. It has great visual acuity! Can't wait for more!

2. Bob Mortland says:

   Great!!!

3. Trey Knarr says:

   Too many similes.
   And what is "sanguinary blood"?
   Good poem otherwise.
   84%

4. Trey Knarr says:

   Too many similes.
   And what is "sanguinary blood"?
   Good poem otherwise.
   84%

5. Adrian Whelan says:

   I really liked this poem that you have created, and I hope that you'll continue to keep up the great work. Peace.