children.
eyes open & flesh silenced to seed
ready to plant in dry sand
to bloom ashes later
i am no prophet
& am not consulting one
but already i taste
that stinging harvest
bodies cast like runes
spill on the floor
to spell only one word
& that is not hope
Susan Daniels Poetry 
“And that word is not hope” – that’s a kicker of a line Susan. Impressed.
Thanks, Holly. Was almost thinking of ending it right there. Such a sad, sad thing–wasted lives, and such pain for their families.
This feels as if it may be the fruit of the cherry, as it were?
Yes, kind of. Inspired (or ripped from my chest, take your pick) by some decidedly unedited photos of children killed by the latest strike in Gaza. Cannot and will not include the photos that prompted this.
No. I can’t help but feel there is always a maggot of sensationalism when papers & TV show such. We have no need to see in order to understand.
You have created a powerful piece. A sad couple of days for topics.
Thank you, Mike. Definitely a sad few days.
i am in many ways engaged in this whole situation and cried heavily over your words, thanks for sharing..
Thank you, Franzad. Will we ever as a species, as humans learn NOT to do this to each other?
i hope and pray…but as long as we are unwilling to truly understand and respect each other…i dont think so..but i do belive poetry (writing in general) helps on the way…
PS: thanks for the follow, i admire your poetry..
wish you a wondeful day..
franza
my pleasure–I really enjoy yours.
very strong. that whole thing over there is just not human at all !!
Thank you, Don. No, it is not human at all.
Poor woman and children pay for the sin of war. Guns and bullets have no conscious. I saw the videos and photos of the slaughter. Old cities are being destroyed. I pray and hope the violence stop. If it don’t. More countries will get involved. Israel want the land and do not care how many died to get it. This is scary.
It scares the crap out of me…
I get quite ornery over Palestine and Israel. Peace is a product of will, within reach of anyone who truly has it pure in their heart. These blood feuds that cast their shadow across decades now accumulating into a century, sigh. Their ancestors got along, that is until Europe stuck it’s greedy hands in the region and upset so much.
It’s been all downhill, what with each side thinking it can boot the other into the sea and exist free of them, such bullshit. That is your homes, both. It will be what you make of it together. Begin to build your common markets and pool your resources as other regions do, make it thrive, and give hope to all.
No, that won’t do. Much better to kill and maim and build the mountain of hate yet higher, that grand monument to ultimate stupidity.
Oh, the waste of it, the lunacy. Wish they’d listen to you, Nelle.
beautiful.
thanks, Jenni.
let’s talk punctuation sometime. poetry and punctuation boggles my mind. I am forever confused by it…. i see you sometimes do and other times don’t.
Sure, I’d be glad to. For now, let me just say I sometimes use it for emphasis and that’s it. Sometimes I want someone’s mind to stop for a moment while reading–other times it is not as important.
I hear mixed feedback on punctuation and poetry. Some say.. ALWAYS… others say exactly what you just said.
😉 just go with what feels right to you.
Susan, 🙂 oh, i can feel the effect of practice, the evolution toward perfection, authenticity.:) glad i came back to read today.:) beautiful!
-Jennifer
Jennifer–thank you. Also glad you posted today, I am still swimming in the grace of your words.
Sad, isn’t it?
Yes. I hope the cease fire holds.