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
Higher.
My heartfelt condolences to the bereaved families of the dead and the missing. 'Of course I cried, who wouldn't? '...Well understood. 'they all kept quiet, trying only to push the children and the wheeled chair people Higher.' These lines are soul piercing!
A compassionate and well structured piece on content and lyric. The tragedy of the tsunami in the bay of Bengal was incredible in its cope and breadth of los and devastation. I recommend to you also a similar poem of mine Ancient Plates.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Elena your poem really touched me. I was so glad you had explained what the magic pen was for. I re-read your poem with new understanding and tears. Disturbing, haunting and brilliantly penned. Thank you Elena.