pilgrimage
for centuries the survivors
of the forgotten world
journeyed to the ancient city
to marvel at the concrete
and glass that once gave rise
to an infallible dream
unable to imagine
such destructive forces
the children picked wildflowers
growing from the ash
waving them in the air
pretending to surrender
january two thousand thirteen
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is this Pompeii?
I see it as sometime in the future, but in poetry it can be whatever the reader makes it out to be. Thanks so much for visiting here again! 🙂
Oh your welcome! It made me think of Pompeii…
Love this one!
thank you – this one makes me smile some
This is beautifully written!
Thank you so very much.