In every time, in every
season
wherever there is
breath
the same wars continue . . .
Young men fight to protect~
old men wave their fists
Women cry to heaven "Why?!!"
Missing limbs lay
scattered on the
bloody fields
crying . . .
"Don't leave me!"
Medals turn to rust
in dusty closets
undisturbed small tokens
of remembrance for the brave
who wake at night
in terror still.
Few have pity
when the gun points
and so the Earthly Mother,
rocks her orphans
one more time . . . one more time.
Mercy . . . Mercy
cry the stars!
Joanne Cucinello 2009
I like that your poems are often about/inspired by current events. I write a lot about myself because I guess it's easy to express emotions you already have through your own life... When you write about things outside your personal life, it's like sometimes you have to give yourself permission to become truly emotionally affected. For me, anyway. Do you ever feel that way?
ReplyDeleteHi Adelaide,
ReplyDeleteThanks for commenting! I write about my own feelings also, but many times I just slip into a subject or happening as if it were me in the experience. I haven't felt I needed to give myself permission to become truly emotionally affected, maybe because I'm a Pisces, but I find it very easy to swim in another's skin with my imagination. I write that way in the third person, sometimes as an observer, sometimes as a partaker,
most often . . . as a dreamer!
Our muse is our own.
Cheers and many thanks,
Joanne
Extraordinary poetry -
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for sharing your gift!
I'm honored by your comments, Brian.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
I'll be visiting your blog too.
Joanne