like grey portents,
deep furrows glisten on the brow
of a dark foreboding,
even the wind is uneasy today
wrapped tightly around nameless headstones,
what more can happen,
as if we didn’t stop counting the dead a long time ago,
as if we don’t perjure ourselves every time we sigh,
everyone has lost something or someone,
everyone blames something and someone,
what more can happen,
kings are crowned by ballots and bullets,
heads are bowed by words and swords,
we swallow the dread like unsaid prayers
and the hate seeps out of us like sweat, clogging the emptiness,
till even the gods can’t see us through the fog,
eagles that pecked at rainbows beg for rancid grain,
and yet the omens flood dry channels where rivers used to run
as if the old dead have risen to bury the new,
and you know it is not over yet,
you know what has begun will not rest,
how did we learn to bear so much,
why did we learn to fear so much,
remember how the hills trembled and the sea
turned its guilty face
when love departed,
remember how we picked sides when both were right
and both were wrong
and love departed,
the signs appear like perforations on a brittle horizon,
what more can happen.
Inam glad I hopped into your blog
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Thanks so much for stopping by. Appreciate your visit.
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kings are crowned by ballots and bullets,
heads are bowed by words and swords,
A very powerful write.
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Thank you.
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Another excellent piece of writing. I fear we are no where near the worst of it yet. Hold fast.
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Thanks for stopping by Paul. Much appreciated.
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“as if we didn’t stop counting the dead a long time ago,” ~> This line in particular just really stood out to me, I think, because of all the terror attacks that keep happening in the world around us nowadays. Your entire poem is so hauntingly beautiful.
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Ominous! I can hear the music in the background. The line “the signs appear like perforations on a brittle horizon” is inspired. I also like “we swallow the dread like unsaid prayers.”
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Thanks so much 🙂
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More can happen but it can also be stopped if we want to ~ Good one Thotpurge ~
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Thanks Grace.
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I like these lines: “remember how we picked sides when both were right
and both were wrong
and love departed,”
Picking sides leads to separation, departing of love, as you seem to be suggesting here.
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Thanks Frank… whether individually or collectively…division does not work, in the end.
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The most powerful message and for humanity to understand and know this.
Beautifully well written poetic heart.
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Thanks so much.
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Your very welcome…You are such a gifted writer. 🙂
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Thank you..that’s very kind.
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When both were right and both were wrong and love departed. It seems the multitudes of us thrive on that loveless polarity. Let’s heal that, poet friend.
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True! Thanks so much for stopping by.
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Wow. Just WOW!
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Thank you Beverly..glad you liked it!
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One can dream that the worse has happened, but this may be the delusion of a technical coloured dreamer, who has experienced a lot of sadness, in her life.
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I think that’s what hope is, to believe the worst is over. Thanks Therisa.
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Oh, goodness, this is very dark and despairing, fits in rather well with these times…
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Thanks Marina🙂
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This is so sad… it would have been so easy…
remember how we picked sides when both were right
and both were wrong
Is just a perfect summary of what’s wrong.
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Thanks Bjorn.
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Very dark…. I need hopeful these days. That said, I find this quite powerful….especially like this line:
“eagles that pecked at rainbows beg for rancid grain”
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Thank you Lillian.
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A mighty write, multi-layered, metaphoric & yet personal. Puts me in mind of politic, global warming, and love gone bad–love the line about the eagles /heads are bowed by word & sword/.
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Thanks so much Glenn.
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YEs, what more can happen. Thoughtful and applicable on many levels.
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Thanks so much.
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There is such a lot of fire and emotion packed in this poem.. sigh.. beautiful!
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Thank you Sanaa.
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That’s how I feel at the moment:
‘deep furrows glisten on the brow
of a dark foreboding’
and these lines hit home:
‘we swallow the dread like unsaid prayers
and the hate seeps out of us like sweat, clogging the emptiness,
till even the gods can’t see us through the fog’,
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Thanks Kim.
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fine work/ thanx, g.r.
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Thanks so much.
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