bring back the blue skies
coloured red
by rages of bloody wars
bring back the shiny sun
made pale by weary plumes
of greedy need
so my heart can meet with your's
bickering aside
division away
so our children can play in winter's hands
and sunny haze
oblivious of the masquerade
ghosts steering behind
so that we can display
our beauty
fairly and squarely
in our once safe streets
o tell me it's a dream
we wake to another world
another reality realer than dream
patched up in Kyiv hills
like another life unlived
we dance to unfamiliar song
sad one in Babylonian rivers
like white stallions stumping around
in the southern plains of Ukraine
will stones direct our paths from city to sea
and in whispers decree our creed
in secret
that holds the fishes in harmony
and restore our reality
in fine lines of peace
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Loved it
This was great! I love your use of words. It indeed made me feel the horror of what is going on in Ukraine. I look forward to reading more of your work. Thanks for sharing.
I appreciate you Tracey. It
I appreciate you Tracey. It is not getting any better there. I fear the war might spill over to other countries. Let love and peace reign.
I understand your work here...
but I feel that you have
a few lines that could be better. I would change the first line
of the fourth stanza to read:
1] So our children can play in winter's hands
2] ghosts stirring behind
3] our beauty
4] in our once safe streets
5] we dance to unfamiliar song
6] stones direct our path from city to sea
7] and in whispers decree our creed in secret
8] leave out the line: that holds the fishes in harmony
9] and restore our reality in fine lines of peace.
I feel your sympathy for the Ukrainians; as does most of the free world.
"Would that all men be free to be free, and never be slaves to another."
Keep writing, you have much to say. ~ Geezer.
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Splendid Geezer. You've added
Splendid Geezer. You've added more colour to the poem. Thank you
hello, nice to meet you!
I hate to be the one to say this, but: sometimes you must put a dictator down in order to have true peace. sometimes it is an ugly world, because of war, cruelty, death and dictators. I hate war and killing.
*hugs, and good wishes, Cat
p.s.
this is an excellent piece of work!
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Dear Candleswitch,
Dear Candleswitch,
It breaks my heart seeing homes wrecked, families broken and separated and a whole country in disarray. For what? No just cause.
Thank you for your appreciation of my poem and reaching out.
Let peace and love reign!