an intense
soft gentle glare
piercing gaping holes
large as mamma's pies
in the depth of our humanity.
deeply set
orbs of sight
silhouetted
by the innocence of beauty
emanated only from a child.
some mother's baby,
some brother's sister,
some father's lil angel,
lying motionless
on a rubble pile.
sprawled about
in the crux of death.
a fleeting soul with no light.
but a slip of a child,
adorned in a beautiful
blue dress.
blue?
dark?
dark as her eyes.
dark as her hair.
darker?
more black than the heart
which disregarded
her play/
her home/
her life/
and sadly her death.
that deep/dark/jet black
chunk of coal,
which seen not her soul and
respected not her existence.
that darkness
which condemned her
(this tiny mass of innocence)
into the shadows of death.
all under the premise
of peace and liberation.
she:
cheated of her existence
continuance
life/peace/liberation,
for the sake of what, again?
for the sake of a peace
she will never know?
for the sake of a liberation
she will only experience
in black gloomy rooms
with neither doors,
windows, or dimensions?
lost in paradoxical truth which
condemned this lovely soul
to liflessness.
Author notes
my head is plagued with gorillas of war. i can't help but have compassion and great concern for those victims from all countries. war is ugly and never necessary and yet we continue to practice it. why? to see lil children and women and men blown to pieces. are we still fascinated with the power to take life?
Written November 10th, 2003
A contest entry
- For Those Left Behind by Ink4Blood.
600 points, ended June 18, 2007, 21 entries
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What a great read this is. And you are soooo right! War is an act that ought to be abolished. Best of luck in this contest that we are both entered in.
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I love this poem. It carries a realism that is so strong and overmhelming. Your words are powerful as always.
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amazing
i had tears running down my cheeks while read this. I am speachless. Thanks for a great write.
Robyn -
War is not a means to an end
nor is it a way to solve problems
war is the seeds for more wars~
Mourn the children that die
suffer a mothers cry
For a notion that bleeds the tears of war~
A very powerful write~
Smiles~Emma -
this poem made me cry, very well written. I can't wait to read more. dana
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wow. The images. Damn. And the self questioning loop in the middle that feeds into the ever downward dark movement is amazing. This is beautiful and amazing on a literary level, but also on a techical level it's wonderful. This is an amazing write.
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guilty
u got me to cry! thats so sad...in a good way!
xoxo
amber -
Deeply saddening. I remember when I was younger, flipping through channels and seeing footage of a six year old Vietnamese girl with her leg blown off from war. I can't see how anyone cold glorify that, the truth of war, turn it into patriotism. This poem leaves me with a feeling of compassion, but also of horror. War is useless. Someday we have to realize that.
Such a powerful voice in this poem.
"piercing gaping holes
large as mamma's pies
in the depth of our humanity."
What strange imagery!
~Hannah~ -
i agree with you war is ugly who needs it it just makes the world a darker place!! wonderful poem you have made here a grand write
keep up the good work
~*Rain Marie*~ -
this poem hurt. your words cut, they get straight to the point. the emotion you have put into this is unreal.I know you feel so strongly about this issue and when you write like this i can understand why, i felt your angst. your writing amazes me. Your poem says it all. wow that was a good poem. A great poem
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This poem really made me ache for the victims of war. It is an issue we need to ponder, and you have done so nicely here.
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This poem really made me ache for the victims of war. It is an issue we need to ponder, and you have done so nicely here.
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