Let's grub up weapon plants
to grow olive grove
as habitat of human doves
in our mine infested mind
and re-set the terms of seeing
for our power to see
is a straight rod bent in a pool.
now the sky spread open
as an umbrella of peace
whence drizzles no more
nuclear fall out
to frost our earth garden
into a refuse of human remnant.
when the guns' cough is over
then we all live with one another
meaning something to each other.
peace and war together cannot grow.
war must be uprooted if peace blossoms..
no hands must paw over it.
Peace but personal and political is a very elusive creature! Great poem.
If I may ask... is this about the current situation in Marawi? That aside, this is an amazing poem! ! ! The feelings you had while writing simply spill off the page! ! !
Perhaps every world leader ought to plant one olive tree each year. A great verse, Yoonoos.
Peace and war together cannot grow.........wonderful write. Thank u. anjandev roy.
Dazzling, fantastic, imaging poem, concerning the boundaries and conflicts about love.
peace and war together cannot grow. war must be uprooted if peace blossoms.. no hands must paw over it.....yes two can not cohabit
Beautiful stanzas highlighting the need for peace to save us from ourselves. Perhaps the fatalistic tendencies of humanity does not give pause in his/her path to destruction. Although we all must die, is it not nobler to strive to leave something better behind. A peaceful olive grove is what we all need, to sit in, share and reflect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a seriously good poem. There is a new direction in its language which gives it weight. The images of war fall out of every few lines shocking the senses. Well done Yoonoos. Let there be peace.