Brian Strand Poet Kyrielle

Bloodlines

They dug a grave deep that day
What colour were Daddy's eyes
A voice was heard to say

A life of charity was their fate
What colour were Daddy's eyes
The lad wrote on a slate

He enlisted on the rebel's side
What colour were Daddy's eyes
His final words..before he died

They buried him deep that day
What colour were Daddy's eyes..
A boy began to pray

He studied hard and long
What colour were Daddy's eyes
Became a chorus to his song

It was the source of all his fame
What colour were Daddy's eyes
Yet stayed his heartfelt refrain

Look into a mirror,true she said
Daddy & Granpa..you will see
Eyes grey-blue...love-filled for thee & me.

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Sharon Winter July 20, 2008 at 7:24 AM Heartbreaking and beautiful. Love this poetry form especially with the repetition of that one incredibly strong line. Thanks for the info Brian, so appreciate your thoughtfulness. Love, Shar

Kristin Reynolds July 20, 2008 at 4:58 AM Oh Brian, this leaves me very very sad. A beautiful beautiful poem with a brilliant form and message, I love this one. Thanks for the haiku book info, I will try to get that asap! Love Kristin

Michael Jordan July 20, 2008 at 3:32 AM Interesting Brian - very well written - I'm about to post one about meeting my family {On my dads side} that I had never met - always a pleasure