John Lawless Poet Couplet

The Darkness At Noon

The Darkness at Noon


Taps -  echo hollowly
over the grey stones,

acrid odor of gunpowder
stings all memory,

flag, creased, folded,
presented.

A last salute.
A darkness at noon.


John G. Lawless
4/22/2014

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Ashley Gleason June 10, 2014 at 9:35 PM Knowing someone who passed away from a gun violence , this really portrays my feelings. It is hard hitting and final. Great work.

Andrea Dietrich May 4, 2014 at 9:39 PM I am seeing this one again and really admiring it. I sure hope it scores high in the contest. this time I am gonna fave it.

Andrea Dietrich April 24, 2014 at 10:03 PM wow, a very powerful message in those few words , John.