divided souls in gullies deep
bound by mem’ries as they leap
through the rubble wrought by pride
stubborn minds at war collide
and thunder strikes while lightning tears
breaking through barbwire snares
a seemingly unending storm
purges deep until reform
dries the tears, awakens need
to reclaim the dreams buried
past the haunting yesterdays
taking hands, their eyes they raise
Wars destroy it all... humans can do so bad and then so good things too... how good there is a light of hope after devastation...
ReplyDeleteThey say that every struggle contains a gift, and that the magnitude of the gift is in direct proportion to the difficulty of the struggle.
ReplyDeleteI love how there is hope and help at the end of this wonderful poem of yours, dear Shadow. :-)
I owe you one my lovely shadow!
ReplyDeletenow a little off topic. Everyone has their limits. So listen up! While I can tolerate Shakespeare to a degree, I absolutely positively kant stanz Macbeth!
:) I really appreciate all of you!
e poem, but I'm raving about the image. Where do you find them? Or did you take it?
ReplyDeleteThe storms are needed to replenish the wells and the thunder a reminder that there is more than simply "us" at work in the world.
ReplyDelete"Past the haunting yesterdays"....love that line.
ReplyDeleteI have missed you and your writing. :o(
i love the way this speaks deeply.. beautiful photo too :)
ReplyDeletepeace x
Against each other, then brought together again... in love and memories, thanks for the beautiful words Shadow! Have a day filled with peace and love my friend :)
ReplyDeleteThis can be patriotic as well as personal. Division is rarely a good thing is it? Wreaks havoc within and without. Reform is difficult especially for those thriving on the plunder. I so like the way you use words.
ReplyDeleteI loved it. Most of all i loved the title. I 'm going to use it as a mantra!
ReplyDeleteBrightest blessings.
Awesome is just not a strong enough word to describe your poetry. You have an astounding gift. I am amazed each time I read it. Thank you for allowing me this privilege.
ReplyDeleteBlessings, andrea
and that is how they will get through it...holding hands and raaising them...together.
ReplyDeleteA haunting, triumphant poem!
ReplyDeleteI'm raising my hands over here in California for peace on earth.
Just the opening line alone, is very poignant, Shadow.
ReplyDeleteSomeday, I will come up with a more 'proper' word to describe your poetry.
hope your weekend has been great~ xo
Calli
Beautiful, the open resolution that comes after transforming conflict.
ReplyDeletePerfect!
Well if these aren't the whispers of redemption then I am not reading right. The way you write, the economy of words ... is perfect. You speak directly to my heart.
ReplyDeletexx Jos
Hmmmm... Yes! I say... "reform" will come! Awesome piece, Shadow!!!
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I love this picture and how it relates....
ReplyDeletei am always amazed by the landscape inside
ReplyDeleteand how you are able to recognize it.
xo
erin
This is a prayer, a silent wish to stop the carnage, reclaim sanity.
ReplyDeleteYou are one door away from heaven, here. You are at the tipping point.
We can only hope that eyes be raised and minds opened. Haven't been for centuries, though. You are an amazing talent, Shadow. I love following you.
ReplyDeleteFrom this day forward you shall be known to me as Saint Shadow.
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if you prefer Shadow the Saint!
Shadow the Saint of South Africa!!
I wish I had your gift of words, your wonderful
ReplyDeleteI am stunned by the image! The lines are great as well!
ReplyDeleteYou've outdone yourself again. What an appropriate poem for the current climate.
ReplyDeleteThis makes me want to cry, Shadow. I know this feeling too well :(
ReplyDeleteYour expression always cuts right to the heart...I get it...beautiful.
Thank you.
Love to you, Shadow :)
xxO
The depth of your words amazes me.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written!
(Sorry I know I haven't been commenting. I blame school. I am gonna catch up on your other poems soon).
thanks so much for stopping by my blog Shadow - I just posted lots of new writing - would love to hear your thoughts if you get a chance to stop by
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You've captured so well the releasing power of dreams! Your poetry is a dream itself! Brilliant!
ReplyDeleteflush and renew; always works...
ReplyDeleteI felt a storm of chaos among people.
ReplyDeleteOh we humans so filled with grace and heinous natures...we war with ourselves so easily, and it is the dreams that are our last hopes...hopefully we all dream...
ReplyDeletethis was eloquent...
xo gabi
There will always be struggles. Great writings Shadow! Thank you!
ReplyDeleteDuring time of deep trouble, hope is never far behind..I like that you always offer redemption in your poems.
ReplyDeleteWonderful photo of an octocoral. So cool. And a great poem to go with it. Thanks Shadow.
ReplyDeletethrough every storm we are able to conquer there lies hope within. drawing strength from within.
ReplyDeletewe HOPE we get past the haunting
HUGS
War is so tragic and likening the sides to a division of souls is brilliant. And I love how you ended this piece with hope.
ReplyDeleteI will never understand war...never.
ReplyDeletemuch love
Shadow- ok, gotta tell ya, divided souls bounding and tearing sorta scared me but your flow is always so soothing and under control that I know you have things in hand. Wonderful. ~rick
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