Wednesday, 6 August 2014

GAZA OR HIROSHIMA
 Hiroshima city before and after the nuclear bomb blast in 1945. PU

Their mantra was ‘EFFACE’

So necropolises grew of that

They are still very much living

And counting beads in darkness

Chanting the same old mantra

There is no escape

Can’t ring in the “Christ that is to be”*

Sigh…….

 

 

*from 106th verse of Tennyson’s In Memoriam

 


Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Hiroshima or Ring a Bell @ Poets United

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18 comments:

  1. Gail6 August 2014 at 07:15

    So much pain is the past. May we learn from it.

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  2. Jae Rose6 August 2014 at 07:15

    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..

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  3. Brian Miller6 August 2014 at 07:15

    erase erase erase

    sigh, indeed.

    powerful in its sparcity.

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  4. Susan6 August 2014 at 07:52

    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.html

    Thank you for the point of the knife. It's good when it shows.

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  5. Sherry Blue Sky6 August 2014 at 09:47

    "chanting the same old mantra"....indeed, that is what gets discouraging. Well done.

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  6. Arathi Harihar6 August 2014 at 10:36

    all we can do is sigh..the war mongers are deaf..how much more??is there end to this war mentality?

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  7. alan17046 August 2014 at 10:40

    This is painful but very well crafted, it opens up many questions

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  8. Unknown6 August 2014 at 11:14

    wow! such soothing words in the face of such calamity.. sad yet benign!

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  9. Maniparna6 August 2014 at 13:24

    The painful past...and nothing we could do but to pray... few lines but precise...

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  10. J.N.T.6 August 2014 at 15:00

    Meditative lines Sumana. I know there are still those who pray and lament over that event. :*( Very sad.

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  11. Preeti S.6 August 2014 at 23:38

    Powerful lines.

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  12. Vandana Sharma7 August 2014 at 01:22

    Hope the world learns to live with peace.

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  13. kaykuala7 August 2014 at 02:47

    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

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  14. Unknown7 August 2014 at 09:53

    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 changed
    and we must continue to pray...

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  15. Myrna R.7 August 2014 at 10:40

    Short but powerful Sumana. It says so much.

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  16. Gen Giggles 7 August 2014 at 19:22

    Very good. I like the power in the poem.

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  17. Karen8 August 2014 at 02:41

    Truly evokes the background noise of war...efface, efface, efface. Will it never end?

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  18. Karen8 August 2014 at 02:42

    Great title, too. Linking like beads on a chain.

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