After a week of deluge, another rainy day
A gray, wooden hill house under a grainy sky
A seated woman, in her arms an infant does lay
to quiet its cry, she rocks it, singing a lullaby
Water loosening saturated, ground
Circled by verdant mountains where boulders lie
Then close by, a groaning, rending sound
A lightning flash, a crash, sparks fly
A thunderous clap, then a roar
A house of so many years does sway
An explosion bursting through the door
A rolling stone crushes, as all gives way
Under it, a mother bathed in red
No time for hope, a prayer, or even a scream
A sleeping babe ejected to the bed
A rock took one life but spared a dream
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: September 25th, 2023 05:48
- Comment from author about the poem: Based on a true event
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 11
- Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek, Teddy.15, joshi
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Comments4
Brilliant!
(cherished friend
may i be so bold as to humbly
suggest you revisit
some of Homer's Iliad lines
and reflect on how
your poet's theme, as been plaguing
humanity, since
the first poet, chose to ink
of life's cruelties...)
from (Iliad VI, 403)
'and the heir apparent's firstborn son.
the child Astyanax
thrown from the walls of Troy
as his mother Andromache looks'
...
may the universe have mercy
on humanity's
collective
soiled souls...
L.B. I have read the Iliad but your memory is far better than mine. This event occurred to a neighbor many years ago and had been stuck in my memory just being jostled out. You again humble me with your gracious remarks friend.
An outstanding piece of poetry. Your last lines had my hairs standing on the back of my neck. Kudos. ❤️
I appreciate the review Teddy and your most kind comment. Thanks for stopping by.
Superb words soren, such a moving poem.
Andy
Thanks Gold I appreciate the encouragement.
not a good place to be .. wrong place and wrong time .. nature eh who would have it .. a captivating account of true events is hard to beat in whatever form it is delivered .. 10/10 ... Neville
Thanks Neville I always appreciate your comments.
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