Another war poem… This was written complementing this picture which caught me from within…
The rubble wouldn’t speak to her –
Her doll wouldn’t speak to her –
The falling walls wouldn’t either…
The grey air wouldn’t disappear –
The silence wouldn’t steer clear –
She wouldn’t understand fear…
Black and white day and night –
Loud fireworks way out of sight –
Leave no life to see the light…
Sand outside the hourglass jar-
Sun unlike the picture book, afar –
Scalded skin; memories some char…
Life a choiceless, discarded dream –
A hopeless, distant moonbeam –
One last, muted, tearless scream…
~ September 7th, 2013
© Sana Rose 2013
To say that this is a deeply moving and powerful poem would be to make an understatement.
Another sad poem. Deeply touching…
Thank you for such a superior comment on my simple work, Louis. I was a bit in doubt about the quality of this poem and stalled before putting it up here. 🙂
Manal: thank you dear. 🙂