Open Poetry #15 |
Sorrow Came To Me |
Topheth Member
since 2001-09-08
Posts 297Texas |
Because I could not stop to grieve, sorrow came to me upon my front porch in a heap of feathers and broken wing. More precious than a summer snowball, I placed it in my hand shivering from all its ill - I began to understand. There's war tonight and someone's son lies bleeding in the briar. And huddled with a hundred fears, some keep close to their fire. The holy word is holy war for those whose see no choice while other people create law for those who have no voice. There's hunger and there' suffering and some small child cries as deafened ears replace their tears with a syringe full of lies. Because I could not stop to grieve, sorrow came to me upon my front porch in a heap of feathers and broken wing. And as its trembling body stilled in peace at last I see, I understood and asked myself 'will this dove live on in me?' |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Those who have no voice are always the ones who suffer most. Let's hope there is a little dove in all of us.....excellent thoughts well expressed... |
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ParisGrl Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 610 |
I felt your sorrow in this poem. Its sad to think that the actions of people are dictated by others. Great Write. ~Laura~ |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Wonderful work. I especially liked what I took from this poem, some peace. Corinne |
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SEA
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
my goodness, this made my eyes sting......wonderful |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
oh wow... |
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