Diehard years
when black was black
and white was white
and the road was straight.
Teenage years
when blackouts made darkness
around each bend
and life as we knew it
went down the sewers
beneath barbed wire beaches
defying the seas.
when rubble, banked up on streets,
festered and seeped
to mingle with the polluted air
of silenced thoughts
about a crumbling word.
Years blown apart
by a mushroom in the sky
leaving a world where
white was no longer white
and black no longer black
and all around were seas
slithering in greys
of devastation.
Gifts from pre-war years
to fledging generations.
A contest entry
- # 190 of Winkling & Friends: Vera Rich Poem by Lyndon.
1750 points, ended October 12, 5 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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This is an excellent poem, I am sorry to just now be reading this one, anyway, congratulations on the hm. Your images are golden, with it all being black and white and then gray with devastation.
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"And talk costs lives". I remember, as a child, seeing magazines with pictures of those huge posters silencing careless tongues.
You depicted it very well: the darkness of blackouts, the barbed beaches, the seemingly endless rubble, and the price to pay even beyond. I found this poem, sadly, a vivid scenario of the eye-witness and very well portrayed as such.
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Very close to the contests requirements. deserves an award
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wow
you contarst the two worlds so capably.. Iloved the nice comparisons..a straight and crooked world.....wow.......nicely said. the flow was good and so was meaning...as deep as it can get.Please visit me and comment me. -
i like this, the repetition at the end adds more impact to the overall emotion...very well done indeed, very expressive.
love you.
laura.
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Thanks for your encouraging comments.
Love you too.
Joy
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