Sabbath Rose of evening falls
amidst dust of the deceased
and cotton-pod caskets of clouds
ebb and flow in order to bring stillness
over a hardened hurt land
Emancipated Earth is gouged grave
for everyman, everymother, every Peace Keeper
that ever rose from eggplant home
to unravel their mother’s hearts,
ash by airborne ash
how a woman’s soul surges
to shroud her son in safety,
is only known by ancients and those who wait
for doves to transform into messenger pigeons
that wing back to hearth and home
with a windy whisper of what has happened
just prior to drum beat of dark
that will drop her to her knees
in a new kind of pain
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A contest entry
- Picture Prompt by aboomer.
700 points, ended October 29, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Great wording and depth in this! I liked the title for this also.
Well done!
Much enjoyed this.
thank you for your entry
best wishes in the contest
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Ty, aboomer. My youngest son is being trained for Afghanistan, as (his choice) Infantry and will be part of 'first ins". While he feels protected (he belongs to a religion - thus Sabbath), I am a mother..a mother worries.... This is where this poem was born..this place of a mother's quiet, secret worry! Ty for the HM
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I can sure understand that fear! My one son went in the Marines, another in the Navy. It was during a quiet time - but as a mom, I still worried (and had to bite my tongue when they were around!)....
My thoughts and prayers will be for your son's safety, and all those who fight what I sometimes feel is 'needless wars'......
blessings
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This will speak to so many hearts in its wisdom and purity, my Friend. Good luck in the contest, Scribe. 
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ty, Wanda..late night worries of a hushed mother.
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