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...ReplyDelete
They say that every struggle contains a gift, and that the magnitude of the gift is in direct proportion to the difficulty of the struggle.ReplyDelete
I 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!ReplyDelete
now 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?ReplyDelete
The 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.ReplyDelete
I have missed you and your writing. :o(
i love the way this speaks deeply.. beautiful photo too :)ReplyDelete
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 :)ReplyDelete
This 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.ReplyDelete
I loved it. Most of all i loved the title. I 'm going to use it as a mantra!ReplyDelete
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.ReplyDelete
and that is how they will get through it...holding hands and raaising them...together.ReplyDelete
A haunting, triumphant poem!ReplyDelete
I'm raising my hands over here in California for peace on earth.
Just the opening line alone, is very poignant, Shadow.ReplyDelete
Someday, I will come up with a more 'proper' word to describe your poetry.
hope your weekend has been great~ xo
Beautiful, the open resolution that comes after transforming conflict.ReplyDelete
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.ReplyDelete
Hmmmm... Yes! I say... "reform" will come! Awesome piece, Shadow!!!ReplyDelete
I love this picture and how it relates....ReplyDelete
i am always amazed by the landscape insideReplyDelete
and how you are able to recognize it.
This is a prayer, a silent wish to stop the carnage, reclaim sanity.ReplyDelete
You 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.ReplyDelete
From this day forward you shall be known to me as Saint Shadow.ReplyDelete
if you prefer Shadow the Saint!
Shadow the Saint of South Africa!!
I wish I had your gift of words, your wonderfulReplyDelete
I am stunned by the image! The lines are great as well!ReplyDelete
You've outdone yourself again. What an appropriate poem for the current climate.ReplyDelete
This makes me want to cry, Shadow. I know this feeling too well :(ReplyDelete
Your expression always cuts right to the heart...I get it...beautiful.
Love to you, Shadow :)
The depth of your words amazes me.ReplyDelete
(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 byReplyDelete
You've captured so well the releasing power of dreams! Your poetry is a dream itself! Brilliant!ReplyDelete
flush and renew; always works...ReplyDelete
I felt a storm of chaos among people.ReplyDelete
Oh 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...ReplyDelete
this was eloquent...
There will always be struggles. Great writings Shadow! Thank you!ReplyDelete
During time of deep trouble, hope is never far behind..I like that you always offer redemption in your poems.ReplyDelete
Wonderful photo of an octocoral. So cool. And a great poem to go with it. Thanks Shadow.ReplyDelete
through every storm we are able to conquer there lies hope within. drawing strength from within.ReplyDelete
we HOPE we get past the haunting
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.ReplyDelete
I will never understand war...never.ReplyDelete
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. ~rickReplyDelete