Sharpening swords to slash
against a violent threat’s wounds,
never quiets the sounds
of their rattling,
It isn’t placing a white cross
upon a grave
that serves an enduring silence serenity,
but the one who builds tomorrow
in a bomb crater,
looking at the ruins
and seeing the foundations
for a future life.
Inward is where the truce occurs,
a cease fire to the bloody warring within,
coming in the dream
bearing birth in destruction,
where the sounds of cannons
exploding in the mind
are drowned out by the song of imagination.
Beauty painted over devastation
covers more than scars,
giving a melody of tranquility
unto the souvenirs of violence,
redressed as the mind’s inventive silk.
Author notes
"The opposite of war isn't peace - it's creation!"
A contest entry
- Quotes from RENT!! by DramaQueen469.
550 points, ended December 22, 2008, 13 entries
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Comments
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WOW!! I always love this quote, and I was hoping someone would use it... I'm glad you did because this poem is fantastic!! WELL DONE and good luck in the contest!
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well written
I loved the last line : "redressed as the mind’s inventive silk."
So much said in so few lines.
Thanks for sharing,
best,
isabella
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