In that early chilly morning,
The cloud was ignited by fire,
The sky ignited by the cloud,
The square then dyed red by the sky.
The Goddess on the square dropped the torch
In her hands, caught by death.
The sky returned to darkness
By Yiyan Han(c)
2017-11-17 (Last modified 2017-12-13)
Thank you, Marieta. Let's always remember the bright and colorful moments in history though the mankind as a whole is still in darkness.
A beautifully crafted poem with great imagery. Brilliantly penned. Five Stars! ! !
A powerful poem. A vivid depiction of a huge atrocity that stunned the world. The evilness of people in power will always be in the annals of history. A great remembrance of their wickedness will always be in humanity's heart, condemning them and hoping that such atrocity will never be repeated.
Oh, that poem reverberates with pain, Yiyan. There are days that are etched indelibly into the world's conscience never to fade but always to bring that harrowing sense of hopelessness and horror and anger and grief and the good human is hurt by the tragedy in other countries as if it were his own- -because it is. In my favs and it gets top dcotrd
Extremely well penned.....short but rich in expression..powerful poetic imagination..I liked it..10
Thanks, and yes, rich colors coupled with rich meaning...that's what I tried to do... ;)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Comment Part 2- -.Reminds me of all governments everywhere who fear their countrymen so much that if they disagree with the powers that be they will be shot. You captured the emotional aspects of this event in your colorful and memorable imagery. 10+++++++++
Thank you, Susan, for your comments. Even today 8964 is a sensitive number, still been filtered... sigh.