Kelly Kurt

Gold Star - 201,439 Points (1/14/1958 / Cedar Rapids Iowa)

Inhumanity (Tanka) - Poem by Kelly Kurt

It does not hit home
The sheer horror of struggle
Ruthlessness of life
Til a dead child’s photo shocks
And you look at your own son

Topic(s) of this poem: human condition, life, war

Form: Tanka

Comments about Inhumanity (Tanka) by Kelly Kurt

  • Seema Jayaraman (9/9/2015 12:50:00 PM)

    Too painful to even comprehend and express.. find your style very inspiring (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (9/9/2015 8:30:00 PM)

    Thank you, Seema

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  • Briony Nicholls (9/6/2015 8:30:00 AM)

    It's good to be reminded of the suffering closer at home, in our own backyard, which we habitually choose to not see - even if takes an international fake story of a boy fleeing warfare to do this. (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (9/6/2015 10:30:00 AM)

    I don't know how or why this would be faked. Yes, suffering is everywhere, even right next door.

  • Jaishree Nair (9/6/2015 4:34:00 AM)

    A great tragedy. Makes us wonder what the world is coming to. Life's insecurity evident. A tiny tot wilted before blossoming. The sheer horror touchingly emoted in your lines. Peace (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (9/6/2015 10:28:00 AM)

    An entire family killed for just wanting what we have.

  • (9/6/2015 12:58:00 AM)

    So true!
    We are aloof and blind,
    And don't remember those
    That were left behind
    Till we realize,
    That we could be they, too.

    Thank you for reminding us with this very sensitive poem.
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    Kelly Kurt (9/6/2015 10:27:00 AM)

    It's easy to be blind. It is hard to imagine wearing their shoes.

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (9/5/2015 10:58:00 PM)

    So wonderfully presented this Tanka is. Really thought provoking....10 (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (9/5/2015 11:04:00 PM)

    I wish there was more I could do besides Madathil's suggestion of prayer.

  • Madathil Rajendran Nair (9/5/2015 10:20:00 PM)

    Are you writing about that drowned Syrian child? Its crumpled image on the seashore was there on facebook yesterday. Gruesome. Prayer, prayer and prayer. Peace. (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (9/5/2015 11:06:00 PM)

    Yes. The images on TV broke my heart. I am praying for peace

  • Daniel Brick (9/5/2015 11:52:00 AM)

    Your last two lines are worth the price of admission: What an expression of human compassion - first toward an anonymous child victim you cannot save, and then toward your son whom you have and do help. The sheer heaviness of the vocabulary in lines 2 and 3 emphasize the danger of life; those words fall like lead into a poem about children, which in a better world would light, cheerful and airy. But the poem you wrote must be written first. (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (9/5/2015 4:10:00 PM)

    I have come to really appreciate the possibilities of the Tanka. The first half, basically a Haiku, state fact, and then there is a shift, which in the last 14 syllables, moves the reader to a more emotional, introspective place. A place in this poem that says both, but for the grace of god go I, and I can not do nothing!
    Thanks for your positive and encouraging review, Daniel.

  • Akhtar Jawad (9/5/2015 11:42:00 AM)

    A nice expression of sentiments on a touching tragedy.....................................10 (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (9/5/2015 4:05:00 PM)

    Thanks, Akhtar. That mans family was all of ours!

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 5, 2015

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