The sky before the snow
Grew pink, and seemed to glow
And there was snow, I think.
We huddled close inside
Around the glowing range
Which mother shone, with pride.
How odd it is, how strange
These memories gone past
I seem to feel the blast,
The fury of the storm,
But we were safe inside
With love to keep us warm.
It is not always so
The world is in distress
So often, where we go.
No food, and naught to drink
And wars which rage apace
The poor cry out for grace.
Protect them from the cold
And shade them from the heat
Bind up their weary feet.
Restore them to the start
When all was sweet and green
And peace was in thy heart.
What did you think
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Your heart shares the same concerns as the one who walks among us...
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I'm amused by the rhyme scheme / lack of scheme. Every tercet needs a rhyming pair, but you're content with either 1,2 or 2,3 or 1,3 with not much apparent concern as to how or where the pair arrives. That randomness takes away any of the dreaded "sing-songiness" that the freeverseists seem to despise so much. Tercet trimeters... cool!
Six hands in the air from me!
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Beautiful prayer poem, and the world needs many prayers. So thank you for praying for us.
Great rhyme and flow.
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VERY GOOD
All I can say is thank you. It is an ongoing struggle to unite life/art, the common failure of the avant garde. Current issues of terrorism and complicity and patriotism and blindness etc. Lyric Poetry After Auschwitz helps me remember the interconnectedness of writing/ethics/the body/life.
LOVE
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Having grown up around a wood-burning stove myself, I can't help but think how soothing it would be to still have one from time to troubled time. Your poem makes a plea that no one can ignore at this time of year, especially this new years with what is going on in the middle east and elsewhere. A lovely piece.
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heyy just thought I'd stop by and read a few of your poems, and I have to say I'm really glad that I did. You've sort of restored my faith in rhyme (and chills below too, she wrote two astounding ones as well).
I love how free your rhyme flows though. It's never once felt forced or unnatural it just rolled on effortlessly. I also love how sort of broad a scale you set this on, while still maintaining that easy-to-connect-to feel. everyone experiences these moments of personal turmoil, disillusionment, weariness, and the title 'prayer' perfectly summed up how this struck me on a personal note.
it's really comforting knowing there are people like you who still care for the world (and the people of the world as well [smiles]).
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I'm glad you liked my simple words. Best Wishes.
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A very gentle, ruminative prayer. I love the way the sky becomes almost luminous when snow is in its lap. I hope your prayer works. This was a blessing.
Have you read anything by 'only always'? If not, stop by - he's 19 and writes with such power but gently.
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