any picture comes to my mind,
i try to give it a body of words,
love to sit on other blooms,
for honey, color, fragrance........
So much pain is the past. May we learn from it.
The image of the beads how they curl around in the same pattern and the same hands...almost makes anything different/better seem quite impossible..
erase erase erasesigh, indeed.powerful in its sparcity.
Oh, ouch, almighty, yes. Thank you for the link to Tennyson too. And I just read a Jewish piece that may resonate with you; I think I read your poem through the haze of "All things fall apart" as the Velveteen Rabbi explains in http://velveteenrabbi.blogs.com/blog/2014/08/learning-to-greet-collapse-with-joy.htmlThank you for the point of the knife. It's good when it shows.
"chanting the same old mantra"....indeed, that is what gets discouraging. Well done.
all we can do is sigh..the war mongers are deaf..how much more??is there end to this war mentality?
This is painful but very well crafted, it opens up many questions
wow! such soothing words in the face of such calamity.. sad yet benign!
The painful past...and nothing we could do but to pray... few lines but precise...
Meditative lines Sumana. I know there are still those who pray and lament over that event. :*( Very sad.
Hope the world learns to live with peace.
The strong and powerful are given free rein to pummel and pulverize the weak. Wonder when political will can effect its strength of purpose more effectively. Nicely Sumana!Hank
We remember this moment and see pictures of destruction. Those words, those prayers carry like a cloud over centuries where the strong arm beat upon the weakened. Nothing has changedand we must continue to pray...
Short but powerful Sumana. It says so much.
Very good. I like the power in the poem.
Truly evokes the background noise of war...efface, efface, efface. Will it never end?
Great title, too. Linking like beads on a chain.
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