Be.

[symphony]

In the measure of a day,
the dire cries of an hour
fade in the next,
always remaining a part
of the next day’s planned survival.


Or life comes in fortuities
--unexpected, ecstatic—
and drags another day
on in its blood and need…
The cries continue.


Life,
in a hundred hungry faces--
black against the ivory skies,
is raw:
Raw in its failure to comprehend


the laws, faiths, philosophies,
justice and its blinded eyes.
These faces merely live and cry
out of stupid simple senses.
But us, we understand more, live less.


And life in war is raw--
fought
for each bread,
for each breath.
White flags are not edible.


In the candlelight a lifted hand
casts a shadow in the wall
--flickering, firm yet—
larger than our hands,
larger than us.


This is our God-- this hand
that craves on, and is
the darkest silhouette
in a world of feeble lights.
Don’t love. Simply be.

[TheFifthElement]

I couldn't go without commenting on this one. Symphony, you are a poet of great talent. I can say nothing except the poem speaks for itself.

[dibyendra]

This is really a good one Symphony! I found many lines captivating here in this poem:


of the next day’s planned survival.


Or life comes in fortuities
--unexpected, ecstatic—


black against the ivory skies,
is raw


And life in war is raw--
fought
for each bread,
for each breath.
White flags are not edible.


the darkest silhouette
in a world of feeble lights.

Great!

Keep up your good work! :thumbs_up

[amanda_isabel]

i totally agree with dibyendra. love those lines too, and the overall effect of the poem... congratulations

[Pendragon]

And this poem is a winner! Just what I needed! ;)

[PrinceMyshkin]

But what an enigmatic last line - and not, as far as I could see, justified in terms of all that preceded it.

[symphony]

Thanks, you all.


But what an enigmatic last line - and not, as far as I could see, justified in terms of all that preceded it.
Not justified?
Well i can explain....


But, enigmatic you say?
:p Explanations can wait.



the poem speaks for itself.
Good. For i was just wondering if i should mention the news article that inspired this.

Thanks again. *bow*

[ampoule]

Symphony, this is amazing. There are chilling images here. That one about white flags not being edible. Wow. Chills. 'this hand that craves on', almost frightening to me. 'Planned survival' makes me nervous coming from someone so young. I wish I knew more about you and all the poets here.

[symphony]

'Planned survival' makes me nervous coming from someone so young.

Yeah i've heard before that my poems dont sound my age. Is that, erm, bad? (my world's divided into two- good, bad. :D ) I do want to stay my age...



I wish I knew more about you and all the poets here.
But you do know me, Madam (did i tell you i've decided to call you Madam instead? 'Amp' is nice too, but i constantly feel like i'm addressing a current flow so...). You guys know me more than i do. :)

[ampoule]

Yeah i've heard before that my poems dont sound my age. Is that, erm, bad? (my world's divided into two- good, bad. :D ) I do want to stay my age...

It is absolutely NOT bad at all. I think it's a wonderful thing that poets can write for any age. You are an old soul and I mean that in the most complimentary way. I will continue to look forward to reading your poems. :D



But you do know me, Madam (did i tell you i've decided to call you Madam instead? 'Amp' is nice too, but i constantly feel like i'm addressing a current flow so...). You guys know me more than i do. :)

I am happy for you to call me Madam. AMP is my initials, partly, and I like to imagine I am a current through which others may flow. It's true that often others know us better than we know ourselves. And as you say, simply be.

[schadenfreude]

There is something dark and yet compelling in this poem.

[symphony]

It is absolutely NOT bad at all.

*sigh of relief*



There is something dark and yet compelling in this poem.
why thank you :)