Below is my contribution to the One Shot Wednesday Poety hosted this week by http://dustus.wordpress.com/. Take a look around and join us.
Evening approaching with
A heavy dark fog
Treading stealth soldiers
Clutching power
Dressed like machines
Swarming the area
Like bees to a hive, as
People sleep on.
The red morning sun silently rose
Chaos yet unrecognized.
Homes were ravaged
Death filled the air
Honeysuckle sweet, and rose water divine
Were replaced with the stench
Of our own demise.
Erupting cries filled smoking dense air, as
Machines growled at unsuspecting
Peace followers,
Human mounds clumping
One with the ground.
Flying vessels dropping packages
Exploding on site
Until the skies ripped open and
Angels cried.
Hours became days, days into years
Our world once again divided between
Power of greed and humanity not seized.
17 comments:
one day we won't rely on the war machine to "fix" things. probably when we care enough about what happens to total strangers.
You call attention to horrors with poignant lines that are both raw & melodious. "Honeysuckle sweet, and rose water divine / Were replaced with the stench / Of our own demise." Amazing. thanks
some vivid imagery jessie...sadly true...and a theme that seems to be running through several blogs today...nice write. great to see you at onestop...smiles.
All too real, sadly. Compelling and well written.
Thanks for visiting my blog :)
Tracy H
Wow your poem was a delight to read yet so sad. The lines came alive for me and am a humanitarian at heart therefore this touched me deeply. Thank you for sharing it with us. Loved seeing you at my sanctuary and your comment put a big smile on my face. Hope you become a regular dear, feel free to follow and will do the same.
Wild Rose~
sad and evocative.
power of greed - sad, but true - and well captured in your poem
That happens.. Nice write
sad poem indeed. i have always believed that greed and the desire to control are the main causes of men's misery. i wrote some days ago something on this topic http://teslawall.blogspot.com/2010/07/absolutism.html.
great poem. very well written indeed.
marching solider thythm as well. I do poetry for fun rather than publication so for this week only, I’ve nervously posted an example from each of my blogs: an Elegy from Scribbles and Diversions, a Gogyohka from Random Twitter Stories, and free verse poem from Random Short Stories
So powerful! This: "Honeysuckle sweet, and rose water divine / Were replaced with the stench / Of our own demise." is amazing.
Funny how we punish our children for fighting and tell them violence is not the answer then fail lead by example.
Raw, gripping and disturbing
"Until the skies ripped open and
Angels cried.
Hours became days, days into years
Our world once again divided between
Power of greed and humanity not seized."
Wow, such vivid imagery and sad. Your talent shines through so very bright.Thanks for sharing this wonderful poem. ~ Amanda
War is an ugly and senseless beast. "At What Cost?" is exactly right!
wow, this is some powerful poetry
a powerful poem, when will we learn, that war is never an answer?
thanks for such a poignant well crafted poem.
Joanny
Your poem made real the horrors of war. Powerful.
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