Open Poetry #47 |
lost nights of a child |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
She lost her tan that night those forest, green eyes below the sight of her brown, thin hair She was lost that night, under the barrage of bullets the thud, of those penny shattering sounds of the bombs from the sky onto the homes just a few blocks down from her Mother never said there'd be times like these those swollen winters seemed rather inviting when those screams canvassed across the night as they replaced the winds current cry after cry, thud after thud What began as a night to see the light became one just to see the next To see the ideas of life conceptualize into the sky one after another With green, blue, and black hues As the moon reached its painting of a woman's index finger curved inward Just to see one more night where the silence became so surreal it made time lose the memories and restore the village from the rubble Just one more night. |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
Terrible memories of war. I can only assume. Interesting write, Tomer. JL Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Fine writing...James |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
JL- Yes, indeed. Painful. Happy you enjoyed Cheers |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, James. Cheers |
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