Silent Tears - Poem by Elena Sandu
Struggling to keep the voice calm
Watching the water flowing
from under the door
into the room of the 5th Floor,
one of them asked:
-Do you have a magic pen?
-No. Do you?
The other man only shaked his head...
They tried to avoid looking into each other's eyes
Ashamed it will reveal their thoughts of fears
But they knew what the other was thinking.
In such moments the people seem to go back
into a state they may have been
many generations before
that of people understanding each other
without the help of spoken words...
They could feel the the same thought
piercing through every pore of their skin
strongly pinning into the brains of everyone.
Heavy silence settled
Nobody had a magic pen.
Only the sound of deadly water grew
they all kept quiet,
trying only to push the children
and the wheeled chair people
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Sapporo, Kyoiku Bunka Kaikan. Of course I cried, who wouldn't?
...The magic pen was meant to write the name on own body in the hope that one day might be found by the family.
There are still 2500 bodies to be found yet. A great luck all the people of this true story survived the tsunami of March 11th 2011 to tell their story.
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