I waited

each year

for the white to wither

for the red to wear off

for terror to end.

It's hard to decide what I'm attracted to

the flower or the woman,

when they all depict

a "nicer" version of the war.

P.S. When I first saw this picture, two colors stood out. Red and White. So I thought of the Japan flag and all these chaos going around as we past the 70th anniversary of WW2.

The narrator in this poem was caught in this war and when it ended, the narrator felt history of the war was altered as time went by.

Picture credited:http://magpietales.blogspot.sg

In The Smoke

In the faintest light one can ever imagine

lies a bag of marijuana

pack in black

hack and clack

as cracks of fire drew near.

Not far away

sits a woman 

in the smoke 
with emotions flying around
with problems floating away
Huff and Puff 
like a big bad wolf.