We Are Not From Here Poem by Maria Mitea
We Are Not From Here
like a wind that burns your chest
we did it again
we did it the same
again
soul made from the mother's milk soul, hold me
cover me
wrap me in your clay
like a lost child weeping in the streets
without villages, cities
without a country
or a mother
born in war
warm me in your nest under the eaves
you know? sometimes you can't be found anywhere
and even i know we are not from here
and all is fado, - meat in the ditch
grave in the sea
i'm still looking for you everywhere
then
i return to our house in the air
in the air
Yes, those who are going through the process of the war, they only know what is the ground reality, for us, we are silent watchers from outside and try to access and gauge their pains. Full Stars****
A profoundly painful poem. The agonising effects of war right on the doorstep effectively depicted. The images and phrases used to augment emotions stops just short of an outburst.
To be without home, without loved ones, almost without breath! Makes you want to run till the air burns your chest!
Wonderful. Liked the emphasis...in the air, in the air.5 stars and to my favourite
4. " like a lost child weeping in the streets without villages, cities without a country or a mother"…. My heart stops beating for few seconds…..
I had to make a revisit. To read this gem of a poem once again. Thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 2:50:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very thought-provoking poem about the excruciatingly painful after effects of war. Excellently crafted, Maria.
Hi Richard! All my gratitude for reading and writing a com! No to war! May we all find peace.