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Saturday, 11 July 2015
Last Song of the Dead
The guillotine voice whispers
An eye for an eye
We lost our land and eyes
Eons ago
We subsisted on black milk
Before decapitation
We cling
To the little root of a dream
Of a Child of Sight
To open all eye
Before this hour
Shall cease to be
I have used Paul Celan’s poems, Fugue of Death; Ice, Eden and O LittleRoot of a Dream as my inspiration. This is for the hapless victims who lost
their lives at the hands of ISIS fanatics
Written for Grace’s hosting Sunday’s Mini-Challenge: Paul Celan @ RealToads
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How can we ever find solace in revenge? So well done on those words from the poetry,
ReplyDeleteRevenge is a double edged sword.
ReplyDeleteThe little root of a dream..i hope one day it grows into a mighty tree..like many addictions/obsessions...where and when does the cycle stop if we believe the next 'hit' is necessary to absolve the last..a very thought provoking poem
ReplyDeleteSuch a powerful write!
ReplyDeleteOne can only wonder how and when things can come to a head and be stopped, not eradicated but stopped.Fine lines Sumana!
ReplyDeleteHank
The problem with eye for an eye is that eventually all will be blind. An what then? Who will lead us? Perhaps a child. May that dreams roots run deep - and grow.
ReplyDeleteIt is so sad to realise that a handful of people ( don't know if they can even be called people) are creating havoc in the world and killing innocence.
ReplyDeleteHalf the world is mad and the other half frightened, and just a few seek solace in wealth. If the world was a bus I'd get off at the next stop.
ReplyDeleteSad and true.
ReplyDeleteThe world is quite a frightening place right now. There have been other examples in history of a 'Child of Sight' who have managed to change the course of things for the better. I hope for another to appear...
ReplyDeletePoignant
ReplyDeleteI hope that some day there will be a Child of Sight ~ But its dangerous world if all we do is just revenge, an eye for an eye ~
ReplyDeleteShort and piercing write Sumana ~ Thanks for linking up with Real Toads & wishing you happy weekend ~
Very sad!
ReplyDeleteOh, this is a dark one! But there is one shining ray of hope: that the Child of Sight might come. (Soon, soon!)
ReplyDeleteThis brought tears on first reading--pure movement of emotions. Reading again, I see that an eye may be left to open despite blinding by blood and tears. Wow, Sumana, wow. God speaks through you. I'm keeping this.
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DeleteSo powerful, Sumana. "We cling to the little root of a dream". Your note underscores the impact of the poem as one re-imagines it as one about to be decapitated. What a world........yet it is the ability to cling to that little root of a dream that keeps us going.
ReplyDeleteWould we all have the sight!
ReplyDeletenow this was a powerful poem
ReplyDeletePowerful write. The inhumanity must stop.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
People have hope in extraordinary circumstances, as you well describe. Tha ks. K.
ReplyDeletenice response to the prompt Sumana, your dramatic opening image, sets quite a mood
ReplyDeletehave a good Sunday
much love...
How I do hope for the opening of eyes before it's too late. Powerfully written piece, Sumana.
ReplyDeleteSumana, I must say that you are very talented in the way you use your words to convey a message that talks about revenge and the hope and dreaming for a savior to end it all. that's my interpretation of your piece here. it makes me teary and sad.
ReplyDeleteThank you for this. Also thank you for your links to the inspirational poems. This is just so right! I have a new blog Sumana. I have not written for a very long time.
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Sumana this is so poignant and really hits home. Revenge never works...we just keep killing but that 'little root of a dream' is what we must cling to.
ReplyDeleteDonna@LivingFromHappiness
I have long believed that the best revenge is living a good life - though, these days it doesn't seem to be a philosophy that is catching on. A very interesting and timely piece, Sumana.
ReplyDeleteThis is a powerful piece, Sumana. Very evocative.
ReplyDeleteWell written poem and call for peace.
ReplyDeleteThank you for writing this for "the hapless victims who lost their lives at the hands of ISIS fanatics" It is beyond understanding the cruelty of what's done in God's name. How He must cringe and may there be an end to this madness.
ReplyDeleteSo cruel. What is wrong with the thought process of these people? Ridiculous and insane ....
ReplyDeletePoignant lines, Sumana!
Revenge is never the answer ... but then, we still haven't found the ideal solution :-(
ReplyDeleteWell written... and yes, may their souls be at peace having been yanked out by isis.
ReplyDeleteZQ
I hope the eyes open before the whole world goes blind.
ReplyDeleteOh... I never bought into an eye for an eye. So many reasons not to!
ReplyDeleteThe eye, the root and the dream-so vivid here. Well done and you have opened my eyes~
ReplyDeleteThe scary revenge...
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