Ink ripples on mirthless quietude.
Ash turns to silver
The river gleams in the first sun,
then yields to blinding white,
absorbing the sweat, blood, tears, bullets, orphaned cries.
And ashes.
The river flows on.
My pen trawls a bottomless pit.
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This was beautiful and haunting at the same time. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteLeigh Ann Otte
Freelance Writer and Editor
Thanks Leigh Ann!
ReplyDeletelove your words, short yet feel with emotions and actions, wonderfully written =D
ReplyDeleteThis one is awesome remembrance of 26/11..
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Happy Rally
--Someone Is Special--
lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteyour words are magical!
I think you've delivered a powerful and gripping piece in these brief lines. The imagery you use and your choice of words evoke strong emotions in me as a reader, and I thoroughly enjoyed every word. I especially like how you've kept the form tight, which works well for the direct delivery of this piece. Great job!
ReplyDeleteThe words chosen are beautiful and you have constructed your poem well
ReplyDeletepriceless...
ReplyDeleteloved the flow of words.. and yes my heart aches at 26/11 too :(
Oooh. Trawling pen. Powerful image! Thanks for that.
ReplyDeleteShawn of the Rally
http://shawnbird.com/2010/10/17/shes-gone
Short poem, full of powerful words.
ReplyDeleteIf you're interested here's my entry: Panda Wolf - Hey Rain, how are you feeling?
Great use of imagery.. your words are haunting.
ReplyDeletehere is my post for Week 31
http://missbrittab.wordpress.com/2010/10/20/come-to-hell-with-me/
This is nice thought
ReplyDeleteGood craft of words.
haunting, truly.
ReplyDeleteThanks all! Have enjoyed reading your comments.
ReplyDelete"Ink ripples on mirthless quietude."
ReplyDeleteIt truly does. Such horrific events occur and are swept away, but they resonate in the mind. Wonderfully evocative.
Thanks turboblues.
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