»
Archives
»
Open Poetry #39
»
The road to Basra
| Open Poetry #39 |
|
The road to Basra |
|
|
Grinch Member Elite
since 2005-12-31
Posts 2929Whoville |
Silence tore the mother from the son as soldiers fell, their flesh undone. Whose eyes could see had heard the roar and caught the stench of freedom in its blast. The might of a colossus squeezed the stone and rivers bloomed, where deserts grew. Red plumes that flowered easily on empty breasts of mothers praying, lost, but softly to the west. We see the hate cold beaming in their eyes, where no hate lived or did before. The silence tears the mother from the son, as soldiers fall, their flesh undone. |
||
| © Copyright 2006 Grinch - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
Deep_Inside Member
since 2002-02-14
Posts 377i can't stop hiding |
it's sad that hate has always existed, and can be played like a symphony |
||
|
serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I hope it doesn't annoy you for me to do this--that's why I do it so rarely, but I thought you might understand this, in reply, much better than anything else I could muster up (besides, I couldn't think of anything that would properly sum up the feeling you evoked here) So just this once? *wince* /main/forumdisplay.cgi?action=displayarchive&number=79&topic=002028 and yes, your poem was artfully rendered, and somehow to say "much enjoyed" or applaud seemed woefully inappropriate. Just know that I was moved, k?  |
||
|
Grinch Member Elite
since 2005-12-31
Posts 2929Whoville |
I don't do annoyed Karen  , besides I always enjoy reading a well written poem.Thank you both for taking the time to read and reply |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
