Somewhere, on the other side of Earth,
a mother ached, they say,
clutching a wooden trunk
that bled a son’s name
that has seeped through
to our side of this revolving home.
Somewhere, on this cruel kind of night,
a stillness allowed for whispers,
wrought from dry mouths,
vilifying morbid massacre to follow
in that same name, this one called for
in his pain and when his fear fumbled.
Somewhere, on this wicked weekend,
a soul escaped its ruining
by remembering
white sails and mildewed masts
that crossed our paths and bled us
like dying sunset slipping over dry buffalo bones
to taste a new kind of sacrament.
Somewhere, on every seventh day,
a new cavalry rides towards some hideous hill
where another Jewish mother weeps
and another officer’s mother mourns
another morning that will stain history.
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I "cherry picked" some of the marvelous lines in this oh-so-descriptive write:
"Somewhere..."
"...a mother ached, they say,
clutching a wooden trunk
that bled a son’s name..."
"...a stillness allowed for whispers,
wrought from dry mouths,
vilifying morbid massacre to follow..."
"...white sails and mildewed masts
that crossed our paths and bled us
like dying sunset slipping over dry buffalo bones..."
"...Somewhere..."
"...a new cavalry rides towards some hideous hill
where another Jewish mother weeps
and another officer’s mother mourns
another morning that will stain history."
Whew. there is a sense of a universality that both transcends history and wails past deeds. The content of your pen both haemmorrhages and clots into stone, mute eyes widened with an oracle's grief.
It leaves one to ask? Can History not seem to catch it's own tail/tale?
Very potent pen, cdjl...
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I just cant help but be awed everytime i read your work...
you have talent beyond my comprehension
and I truly wonder what sort of things I would write if I had half of what you behold
oh well
I can only wish to be poet
another dream
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Mali you are just an incredible pen friend! And way too humble..I have read poems of yours that simply blew my socks off..and I needed em.
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oh that's only because i felt you needed some woolies
LOL
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very powerful and deep. i was lost in it...
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ty suz. I do appreciate you stopping by.
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