Inspiration Call: Micropoetry Monday – use this picture as inspiration for a micro poem (a short poem with no particular rules).
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Help Me Over
Help me.
Help me over.
Help me cross.
I can see the sky
framed
by debris,
by rocks,
by wire,
by dereliction.
Framed
by sharpness and
impenetrable barriers.
I want to see it clear,
clear and unblemished
creamy white
and pink and blue.
Help me see it.
Help me over.
Help me cross.
I want want to see it
framed by trees,
I want to see
the rocks become
flowers
again.
Help me.
Help me over.
Help me cross
to the place
where the birds are singing
breaking up the sky with flight.
Does it still exist, this place?
I must think so.
Help me find it.
Help me.
Help me over.
Help me cross
Lynn White
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The Last Soldier Sighs
the last soldier on earth
stood alone in the last battlefield
surveying the dead
hearing their ghostly cries
echoing in the wind
the earth does not care
goes around the sun
the last soldier walks away
filled with sorrow as he sighs
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Is there any shadow darker than one cast in war’s frivolous dare? Are lives made richer from the loss that families bear? Or is the silence sufficient when we look into death’s vacant stare?
Title: Long Shadow
It follows the movement
of the sun
never allowing warming rays
to incubate seedling starts
never allowing light
to show a way.
Charred carbon vestiges
splintered bones and dented helmets
blood caked upon the soil
… this long shadow
leaves only flies to feast
endless cycles of courting wars
and barren retreats.
Baidha
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