Open Poetry #43 |
On the spot of the Blast |
poddarku Senior Member
since 2008-01-15
Posts 589india |
On the spot of the blast She cannot cry. Inside her head still a little girl is playing with her. Keeps on playing. She cannot feel the warmth of blood or the dirty red of it oozing down her face. So unripe and fresh it still is. The face. They shake her. But cannot shake this world into a shape. They will take her to the medics. “ She isn’t talking her sweet nothings.” She says to her husband. There is no reply too. On the stretcher he lies, ripped apart. clever talks delay friendship! |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Oh! This is as though you were there - I really, really hope you weren't. Midpoem, I wanted to cover my eyes and put my fingers in my ears and turn my head away to try to wipe out the experience, but I knew that was selfish and weak and that I had to keep reading, and I did because I felt guilty because it is so much easier to read it than live it, though it doesn't feel like that while reading. Your realistic and sensitive compassion marks you as a most worthy person. I am proud to be a friend of yours. - Owl |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: Oh my, dear Ku! It is as if her heart whispered to yours ... So horrendous in what it implies, so sensitively rendered by your masterful pen. Love, Margherita "Love is the One who masters all things; |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Oh, dear Ku, you have the uncanny ability to draw your readers into any situation of which you so expertly pen! It is as though you get in the skin of your subjects and feel and see everything that they are feeling and seeing. You are truly a compassionate, empathetic man ~ and poet. Love and hugs, Linda |
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