The Sunday Whirl
Wordle #225: scrape, scramble, peck, looks, freeze, brim, left,
laugh, silent, dish, seven, nameless
Sunday's Whirligig
#33: shack, fingernail, round, overalls, smoke, window, grimy,
tongue, war, poor, friends, flare
Writer's Digest:
Day 15, prompt: write a ritual poem.
Poets United Poetry Pantry #278
Poets United Poetry Pantry #278
War is Your Ritual
your look
freezes the heart of the other your eyes glitter
beneath the brim of
your hat temper flares hateful words fall
from your
tongue like a fingernail scraped across a black board
those who were once
friends now become your enemies you believe the worst
withhold your
love no longer laugh declare war
the windows in your
shack become grimy with smoke infractions remain nameless
seven years have
passed or so it seems actually only a short time
your overalls
dirty from warfare war is your ritual
it is how you play
the game the world between us is silent i wrote to you
a letter
blue tried to tell you how i was for me
but the
merry-go-round just goes round and round no beginning
no end holding
on to your position like this present moment
we also slowly fade
away in a million years it won't matter who was right
November 15,
2015
14 comments:
What war can do to a human heart, it can scorch and burn the heart... it can make us dead inside.
it does matter who hosts it.
lovely sentiments.
no beginning
no end
holding on to your position
like this present moment
we also slowly fade away
in a million years
it won't matter who was right
A lot of truth & depth in this poem :)
Beautifully expressed!
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Sad when the other person would rather feel "right" than be happy. I am weary at the bigger war games being played on the global stage - one bombs the crap out of the other, the other retaliates, then there must be retaliation for that - peace will never be won with bombs. Sigh.
true...at distance it won't be seen who was right....but only deeds....
I think you did very well putting it all together, especially with the wisdom at the conclusion. We seem too often to forget that in future years it won't matter who was right. Perhaps we continue the war for the only reason of saving face, but a face alone is usually a sad thing.
Elizabeth
Sadly war is ideologically and profit oriented and most solutions attempted exacerbate the situation. What an inheritance we leave for children.
Well said, Annell. Shame that this is not just fiction.
lots of undertones here, war, personal relationships. enjoyed the layers of your poem, annell
The most profound truth in this wonderful piece is in the last line (for me at least)...some people cannot seem to live without a war of some kind...sadly it is often waged against those who deserve more and should be loved xo
What a powerful poem, Annell. Yes, if people are 'at war' with one another, it definitely won't matter at the end of time who was right... I think this can be read at both a personal and a global level. Chilling really.
pure cool insights.
You build up the perpetual motion, the automatic closure and continuance of strife to make the last line ring ever louder! If only we could make it not matter tomorrow.
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