flew to all corner
nightmarish sleeping dreams
turned real as if waking from dreams
hatred spew poison
would blood be far behind?
what seems is not always as it seems
brittle to touch, a map had fallen apart
countries lay scattered on the ground.
that time is not far behind
when it wouldn't only be a piece of paper
our brittle doings are reason enough
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There are sleeping dreams and waking dreams;
What seems is not always as it seems.
Opening lines of A Ballad of Boding by Christina Rossetti
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Fallen maps and world in pathos. This is a wonderful poem.
ReplyDelete'is not always as it seems' no truer words dear girl ;)
ReplyDeleteMakes me thoughtful. Map is a great motif.
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Ralf
Lovely thought-provoking imagery - profound.
ReplyDelete'brittle to touch, a map had fallen apart
ReplyDeletecountries lay scattered on the ground.'
What a wise way of putting it.
Wise and wonderful words.
ReplyDeleteVery strong and engaging piece. I am reminded of the war and how each country is laying scattered on the ground. A map fallen apart... your words could not have hit home harder. Have a nice day.
ReplyDeletesounds like partition.
ReplyDeleteWars and rumours of wars, when will it ever end?
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Very thought-provoking.
ReplyDelete'...countries lay scattered on the ground.' - an emotive and powerful line.
"brittle to touch, a map had fallen apart countries lay scattered on the ground" Great image Excellent poem
ReplyDeleteyou always make me wish i could write poetry
ReplyDeleteA very thoughtful write-up....when i started reading it...somehow it reminded me of the India-Pakistan partition...dunno why...
ReplyDeletekeep it up dear.muahhh.(hope u don mind it)hehheeheheh.
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Well done. Makes one think.
ReplyDeleteThis makes me think of the game Risk. The imagery alone evokes a since of defeat in some way.
ReplyDeleteVery nice!
our world is torn apart by greed hate and derision,, it breaks my heart to know that this is the way of the world,, and no amount of dreaming can make it something it isn't....
ReplyDelete"hatred spew poison
ReplyDeletewould blood be far behind?"
True enough, with hatred on continuous rotation, violence is inevitable.
brittle doings indeed...enjoyed this very much.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written sad tale.
ReplyDeleteEverything i wanted to say has been said. This really is a remarkable piece. Thank you so much for playing the game.
ReplyDeleteIf only it could be different. There is a sadness to this poem because it's real, isn't it? War, separation, disenfranchisement. A powerful observation.
ReplyDeleteDeep oh so deep and a very intelligent insight of the world as it really is. "hatred spew poison
ReplyDeletewould blood be far behind? a very remarkable line. You write the poetry and I'll buy the book.
The second stanza is very powerful. The imagery of the brittle map breaking apart-- Wow!
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