A poem I wrote about a war, no war in particular but having said that it's in the desert. You can draw your own conclusions as to what it is exactly about and perhaps comment your views.
ASHES
- i was their rainbow, but where is the sun,
where is the bright light
that's supposed to shine down?,
it's all gone now, it's gone.
the desert calls them in the night
angels come,
my body burns to have them near
to be their rainbow once more
it's not going to happen,
been used and abused
from afar.
now the sunlight shines for others
till that bright light goes out,
then I will be left alone
sorrow with grief
wondering why,
why I was abused and used
by men from afar who promised me all,
maybe some are dead and buried
in the war.
who knows if they are lost in the desert,
ashes by now,
so, I walk in the sand, sand between my toes
thinking of those men
from afar,
lost and alone I walked and walked,
bodies everywhere,
clothes tattered and torn
on bodies everywhere,
fire ahead, ashes hot ashes and sand,
all that was left were just ashes,
ashes and sand,
but I'm not there.
© jmd
I read it twice. So profound.
ReplyDeleteOne more talent I didn't know about ... you can write poetry!!
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Thank you. There is a lot of working out in this poem :) A lot of thinking to be had or done, and it's probably a bit complicated at times.
DeleteCongrats on your writing, Margaret. I like your lovely words :-)
ReplyDeleteHave a nice weekend.
Thank you, Giorgio. I used to write a lot of poetry years ago but haven't ventured into it since.
DeleteLovely poem. Did you write that? Strong words! Take care.
ReplyDeleteYes, I did write it Marit. I usually use strong words and don't like pussy footing around - and I trust you know what that means. :)
DeleteMargaret, this is a beautiful and touching 💜 poem, dear friend.
ReplyDeleteThanks Linda. Strong words I believe.
DeleteBeautiful work, and good enough to republish on Anzac Day.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Andrew. I appreciate your advice and I will certainly do that.
DeleteA wonderful poem, beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteAll the best Jan
Thank you, Jan.
DeleteMe gusto mucho el poema. Te mando un beso.
ReplyDeleteThank you, J.P.
DeleteSo very sad.
ReplyDeleteAh, yes it is R. Very sad.
DeleteA heartbroken one...you expressed yourself well.
ReplyDeleteThank you Angie.
DeleteWell writen, strong and powerful. It's a sad world we live in these times.
ReplyDeleteThank you Bill. It sure is a sad world as has been for a good while now.
DeleteThis is beautiful writing, profound and powerful. Tells a story of any war, as you mentioned. Thank you for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteYou are welcome, It has taken me sometime wondering if I should share this tragic poem I wrote about any war..
DeleteBáseň mě potěšila v tom, že psát básně neumí každý. Kdo zná dějiny, tak ví, že v historii lidstva byl nespočet válek, bohužel... My ve střední Evropě víme, co válka přináší, většinou si uvědomíme některou konkrétní a to, že tady nemáme poušť, není rozhodující.
ReplyDeleteSlunce svítí pro všechny, je dobré si to připomínat. Děkuji, že jsem si to mohla přečíst. ☺
You are welcome. Yes, the sun does shine for everyone in the end.
DeleteThis poem is haunting and powerful, the imagery of the desert, ashes, and sand lingers long after reading. I’m struck by the mix of sorrow, longing, and the quiet witness to loss; it conveys the human cost of war in a way that’s deeply moving and unforgettable.
ReplyDeleteIt does, Melody and thank you.
DeleteCinzas é tudo quanto resta num cenário de guerra.
ReplyDeleteCenário onde ninguém quer estar.
Abraço de amizade.
Juvenal Nunes
No one wants war, and yes, ashes are all that is left. So sad.
DeleteUna poesia splendida.
ReplyDeleteGrazie per averla condivisa con noi
You are welcome, Stefania.
DeleteVery powerful portrait of war in desert dear Margaret!
ReplyDeleteYour description draws the heart sinking situation so deeply that catches the mind strongly and for long!
Man has been at war since beginning but there less than few hardly who understand that war is our enemy and inviting it is not solution for anyone but destruction only
Thank you Baili. A sad poem. What you say is true.
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