Empty
streets…
the noise of
the city market
now the echo
of a tomb…
Scattered
children’s toys
still hold
memories of giggles.
We once
lived here
with open
windows
and kind
words.
Can joy be
resurrected
from a
battlefield?
The debris
lies sullen.
9 comments :
poignant piece.relevant anywhere from Kabul to Baghdad to Gaza.
I like a poem that opens up many avenues of interpretation and that is certainly true of this poem..Lots to think about.
Such sorrow in so few words. Very touching.
Thought-provoking. I personally want to believe joy is resilient and can somehow resurrect even from ashes.
this poem is short but very effective in hitting a cord within.
That is a potent write Susie, and the one thing that is disturbing is that its too prevalent and the one thing that is beautiful, is mankind still seems persevere. Great work.
Yes. And what price victory. Sullen is the atmosphere indeed where once was laughter and owners of all the abandoned. Gosh this is brilliant--sharp edged and shiny.
I thought of war, and the remains of children's toys. Chilling write Susie ~
oh yes, sigh. thank you, susie.
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