I catch somehow
The view of inside tears.
In eyes that peer behind
That furrowed brow.
Behind the smile
Bravely shown for camera
Lens, there the pretence ends
As, all the while
Endless red dust
Surrounds the sound of home
Falling, wall by broken wall.
But smile she must.
Homeless now, with
Age-old grit she sits, aware
Her world has stopped.
Another bomb
In error, dropped.
Extraordinary. You have painted a memorable poem picture. This one has my applause. As always, Sandra
This made my hair stand on end. Similar in purpose to my TeignmouthNews but much better expressed. Thanks. Don
Hi Fay How could we forget when you bring the memories so cleverly back to mind. Well done Regards Dave T. **10** definately
A clever title, a poignant message. Exceptionally well penned. S: (
Fay lots of feeling here Fay, I read it slow and the hurt came through. To many bombs dropped in error, no feeling there. Bob
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Faye, this is a wonderful poem. It is beautifully penned and the content tugs at my heart and brings a tear or two. Ron