STONE SILENT

Ya'd think we could come up with a better solution. A Pantoum form.

A poem in Pantoum form


Stone Silent

Quiet is the tear of all mothers’ eyes
Grief’s muted sound, all words left unspoken
Sons' faded light from gunpowder skies
Numb is the feel, white stars' folded token

Grief’s muted sound, all words left unspoken
Green misty jungle all jumbled in red
Numb is the feel, white stars' folded token
Blurred is the face of all my brave dead

Green misty jungle all jumbled in red
Shrouded are my souls, time left behind
Blurred is the face of all my brave dead
Veiled are the scars married to my mind

Shrouded are my souls, time left behind
Stilled are my lives, from those that gave all
Veiled are my scars married to my mind
Grey are my names chiseled on my Wall

Stilled are my lives, from those that gave all
Sons' faded light from gunpowder skies
Grey are my names chiseled on my Wall
Quiet is the tear of all mothers’ eyes