Listening.
Whispers from wine-coloured moonlight have now
blighted old river grass.
No-one will pass by this flood's blistering chorus of
frustrated past outcry.
The waters stay silted with years-long, war-seared
bitterness as each ill-timed
Peace talk crumbled to finish killed by conclusions
of coated top-brass.
Dreams of the tortoise-shelled butterfly days faded
long before turbulent rapids
Drew young men and women toward battles over
nothing but misapplied fears.
Lifetimes float hormonally by in river-side history
as pride's facade leaves its action.
Forces of folk press-mustered, taught naught but
to destroy with blind allegiance .
Listening I hear victims' pathos as liquid weeps raw
regrets for conceding to hate.
Wisps of blood-to-come days surface from tainted
ripples as no war sits easy.
What happens when, hit by flows of violence peace
can no longer struggle for gain ?
Reddened micro-tow of sacrifice rises from victims
caught and stored as watery genes.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: April 16th, 2021 01:46
- Comment from author about the poem: Written years back to describe war's contamination of land and water. Hope you enjoy.
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Comments4
Nice write Fay.
Thank you Orchi.
'Drew young men and women toward battles over
nothing but misapplied fears.
Lifetimes float hormonally by in river-side history
as pride's facade leaves its action.'
how timely and current your words read
sad - how much we regress yearly
from our collective: dreams of unity..
such a poignant write dear Fay, wonderfully worded!
Am pleased you enjoyed the read my friend - as always my sincere thanks.
Water brings to us a tranquillity of reflective mood whether it be stillness of lake or crashing of storm waves observed from safety. You placed me in a mental picture of a peaceful place with sounds playing a weeping sorrow for the lives lost in another futility which infests the human condition.
'War' a history of human kind.
Yes water has a mystery all its own which can conjour peace or exciting conjecture of what its past holds - - your review is ever appreciated my friend.
A great deal of emotion in your words Fay, looking at the sea can bring us so many ideas from te past.
Andy
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