flags half mast, rain wet
we mourn for our children
red stripes on the flag
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Susan Daniels Poetry 
I love free verse, and micropoetry such as this; yes we mourn our children, and I fully understand your meaning in this creation. Ann
Thank you, Ann. It was hard to get this down to 55 words. Glad you liked it.
beautifully sad.
Thanks so much.
This is filed under “sad but true,” and inadvertently, you pointed out another sad truth: People seldom bring flags in out of the rain, which is not proper. Not that I’m a flag-waver…
We are losing an entire generation of people… not just those who die in Afghanistan, Iraq, or anywhere else, but the ones who come home fragmented in body and/or soul. That rain, for me, is symbolism for God’s tears as well as ours. Thanks, Amy
Wow, Amy–such a deep, in-depth response. You so got where I wanted these spare little lines to lead. I would not call the poem patriotic by any means… Just murder sanctioned by the state, or sometimes remembered by it.
Has there been a new horrible school killing that I’ve missed or is this just about our regular everyday garden variety American life-style drug gang murders, vehicular-homicides, flying-robot bombs, home-firearm “accidents” and childhood suicides?
Wow. You really got straight to my heart with this one, Susan. Thanks for the reminder.
This is loss of a garden-variety type, but what a bitter harvest that is, and it is daily. We did, however, have a school secretary STOP another horrible incident, with nothing but her kind nature, faith, and words. Incredible story.
Susan, Yes. An amazing bitter harves. It seems endless. Thanks for keeping me in the loop.
America crying.
Great imagery.
Thanks, Georgia.
Are there words that carry a sting more than ‘mourn for children’?
I don’t think there are.
the red stripes almost feel like blood here… it’s so terribly sad…
Claudia–yes, it is, and thank you.
how very sad. i saw where they hit 1 million child refugees yesterday….
the blood of children—so very sad…
Incredibly sad, Brian. Thanks for commenting.
beautifully sad