My heart wants to share a couple poems with you after I saw the picture of the little boy from Syria all over the news yesterday. He was bloody and shell-shocked. What can we do?
WAITING
In this cave dusty and hot, but sheltered,
We made it bombs exploding, running fast.
My arms wrap tight and squeeze, shaking
And frightened, more than you sweet babe.
Little one, I will not show you my hurt foot.
It’s there as I smell the familiar red puddle.
My sleeve is wet but there is no pain.
This garment absorbs your escaping fears.
Whoever finds us, my hopes run far and high.
It will be the good men to take us home.
Maybe brother made it, sigh, mom and dad, too.
Though they lay still as we ran, lead lungs.
I will keep you sister close by me, evermore.
No bad men with pointed guns shall find us.
Steal I must the dead man’s gun and shoot
Whomever deems us harm or fateful ills.
I promise this to you as I feel the warmth of
Your breath, your beating heart, next to me, I see.
I see what I must do and be, your guardian-
Your angel here on earth; your need is my plight!
And this next poem my dear readers is a Villanelle, a most difficult one to write using skill and dedication to a beautiful format. The villanesque or villanelle has French origins with Italian meanings, such as a rustic song or dance. The poem contains five tercets, a quatrain with 1st and 3rd lines alternately in repetition, and ending with both refrains included in the last stanza.
INSIDE THEM
Run run, thoughts of freedom bring tears young heart.
Children in danger, hunger and war persist; I’d say.
Strength, energy cursing inside; too young like fruit so tart.
Days filled with mutilation and murder do not chart.
Unsettled remote areas, barricaded from world; dead bodies lay.
Run run, thoughts of freedom bring tears young heart.
Find ways to safety do not be shot hauled off by cart.
No safe refuge, streets deserted; humans run from fray.
Strength, energy cursing inside; too young like fruit so tart.
World watches news comes so fast to be what part?
Hoping, we outsiders with shocked eyes do it today.
Run run, thoughts of freedom bring tears young heart.
Families, moms and dads, kids used to shop at mart.
Happy times, memories, celebrations of life; we pray.
Strength, energy cursing inside; too young like fruit so tart.
Society lessons unlearned disconnect seen in art.
Mighty wishes of peace, still; miracles in month of May?
Run run, thoughts of freedom bring tears young heart.
Strength, energy cursing inside; too young like fruit so tart.
*From Autumn Quotes by Caroline Clemens*
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