WAU 1982.
Leaves of doubt ladened lilt down upon my face,
Injurious screams shatter forth from an inept bird,
Who fluctuates uneasily in disgrace,
Nature's awkward messenger of shriek is heard,
Doomed to endless flutter.
Would that dull Indifference flew as easily away.
How is the charm of first light so stolen?
What withered sequel remains?
Perhaps the word is the clue.
Yes, the rant of poetry is kind,
It's stark honesty is fine,
And beyond this rotting field,
Perhaps an eye will read again,
And an ear will hear the sound and revisit the night.
Needless awe dies after the young heart
Has stilled it's romance with the world.
And beyond the flames flies regard,
Until a fresh mind reads the word anew,
And the Sun returns to the sky.
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David Wakeling (
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I would indeed be remiss to not give this a Fave. David what has happened to your writting? Although it was always good this is in a class of its own. I sparkles with a classical flair and despite wonderful rhyme it holds deep metaphor and meaning. This is one of my favorite of yours. Very well done.. no brilliant!!
Thank you for your kind words.Mucho appreciado
I might well be wrong, i took this to about the civil war in Sudan (The Title), which was then followed by another war, apoligies if i am. It is still a very well crafted piece of writing, painting many a haunting image.
There are no wrong interpretations.You can read what you want.Thanks for commenting
You are very welcome
Liked and Faved! Very sonorous both in language and meaning… have you been holding back this other side of you!? 👍🏻🙏🏻🕊
I don't know. I'm just a guy with a dream. Thanks for commenting
Then let’s keep the dream alive! 👍🏻🙏🏻🕊
A somber poem. I am unsure what WAU 1982 represents, but it leaves me with a heavy heart. Some fine poetic lines contained in the stanzas, and the final line ends on a more optimistic note. The sun in the sky, is far better than a sunken sun. Fine poetry David.
I was living in Wau in 1982.It is a town in Papua New Guinea. My wife was flirting with some male tourist and I went to my room and wrote this poem.Thank you for commenting. Mucho appreciado
A heavy heart then indeed David.
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