The falling children
31 January 2016
Each of them
Unknown mother’s son
Their graves white
Their hair cut
Their tomorrows spent in night
Their haunting timeless
Lily white
The stone on the Earth
Trace of them
Fading slow
With the last pieces of bone
Replicating loss
The tears dark
Blackwashing markings
Rimmel lakes
Connection
The soul a weary bundle
The struggle to sigh
She awaits
Hope within bosom
Her plaits neat
Flowers strewn
She had kissed him to wane moon
He will call in well
He lies deep
Battered and lonesome
His clothes pressed
Upon his corpse
They had sewn in his blown feet
He walked on a shell
They crawl wild
With the gnawing news
Inhaling
Exhaling
Orphaned dreams set their dark fate
The falling children
The love lost
Three times blown over
Ghosts hover
Angels weep
Her love so deep now asleep
The forever kind
A twin loss
Her womb now empty
She stares blank
The walls smite
Like those silent lilies’ sight
Her wish? to be blind!
Reading of the poem:
In your head zombie – Cranberry
Strawberry Fields – Across the Universe
They dance alone – Sting
Emotional 🙁
Yes, quite so with the Syrian conflict
Yes that’s very sad one 🙁
This is what Poets do. Your words are always beautiful. But I feel the power and emotional weight here. So well done, Geetha.
Thank you Eric. I wish those who waged wars would feel the same.
Me too, Geetha. ♡
So stirring. Like one of your other commenters, as a mom, I can’t bare to think of anything happening to my children or grandson and it tears me apart inside even when I hear of these awful atrocities faced by children I don’t know. They should be cherished, loved and protected. It’s sad that this is the commentary of the world we live in today.
Yes very sad but I am hopeful we can change it, one person at a time
Yes we can, we have to. Thank you for lending your voice to this critical issue, your poem was beautifully written.
Thank you Stephanae. I like to think so too.
You’re welcome.
Tears. .this can’t be tolerated by any one. .w
If only those deciding on the wars were to feel the same way Akhila, the world would be such a better place
true.. but it’s far far away even from my dream..
Sadly yes for now
Oh, I don’t think there could be anything sadder. Must have been a hard one to write.
Actually with what is going on in neighbouring Syria it was hard not to write until now to release the sadness
Yes, I can see how that can be true as well.
The sadness from this madness is so poignantly captured in your words…It is the innocents’ that always suffer most in any conflict. May the prayers for peace blanket our world more sanely ღ
Thank you Mark for your beautiful words. I join you in prayer
The slaughter of the lambs. This is such an indictment of humanity.
True Rob. Your comment made me think of Jodie Foster talking about the lambs in The Silence of the lambs. Humanity has a lot to learn on compassion
This is breaking my heart…i am a mother myself and it would kill me to see own kids suffer…much more die…
I guess that is why most feel that if women were in power there would be less wars. Thank you for reading and for your compassion.
Maybe you are right..
Beautifully written.
Thank you Victo
I’m constantly amazed at how cruel our lot can be. It’s sickening and gut stirring. This is a poignant and eloquent tribute to the sanctity of life.
Thank you Tosha. I am sometimes disheartened too. Hopefully we will reach better times soon
I hope so!
Whenever we war, we say it is for our children. The reverse should be the value.
So very true. Kudos for that thought!!
stone on the Earth, trace of them….so poignant and true…so many stones left behind to remember the fallen (some children themselves) – a reminder of those left orphaned as well… and a mother, at the end, whose womb is empty, unable to give home to another…a sad story, my friend…I like how you have tailored your use of language to fit this one…
Thank you Thomas. Difficult times with the war in Syria still raging and killing so many, some relatives of friends. Their sadness and tears as well as the constant news of brutality against teens there is quite disheartening
You are welcome, Geetha. I send my love your way and pray for those affected by war. I fear that until the sun brings us back to that starting point, there will always be war, somewhere, and people will suffer. Keeping the region in my prayers.
Thank you for your prayers and love Thomas my friend. Hopefully we will finally emerge from wars this year
You are welcome, Geetha…I hope you do!
I hope and wish so too
So sad! Your poem is a beautiful homage, Geetha <3
Thank you Monica. It is difficult to remain concentrated on positive aspects when we hear of children’s deaths and not from the TV but from close friends. Very sad indeed. I tried to make it more generic but it is inspired by the recent events in Syria mainly
I understand your sadness, Geetha. I wish events like this never happen
Me too Monica
this poem made me think of the mass grave they found in Burundi I think it was. Such a sad rendering but beautiful as well.
Thank you Melinda. There have been several mass graves and not just from war directly but sometimes from the aftermath of it and sometimes it is just tribal feuds. Rwanda massacres still ring in my ears through the many recounts I had heard when I was living in Geneva.
You’re welcome and you’re right. The violence in rwanda was horrible and the fact that the world did nothing to stop it is more so
Yes as Edmund Burke and Rev. Charles F Aked both stated and I paraphrase here: all it takes for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing.
i frustrates me that no one has learned that lesson yet. I mean come on, look at WWII. No one did anything there until it was too late. More than half a century later and we’re still sitting around ignoring evil hoping it’ll go away. by “we” i mean countries of the world. It’s so sad.
Yes it is sad but hopefully more of us are becoming vocal about their dissent 🙂
I pray it makes a difference.