laughter in the hollow of her throat
as moon breaks the body,
ribbon eyelids flutter under kiss
his fingers touched auburn hair
that fell over sand pillows
spent and tired bones felt broken,
dreams have a bold voice
to those who need the warmth
he knelt beside with longing
for her to be more than a long rapture,
kissing her ankle
against his lips no cold tremor
she was all confession and truth to him,
her heart soft as an apricot
picked from behind a breast
he the only one,
his words of struggle
the urge to thrive and live in this world
or find solace in the next,
beyond borders of another land
she is from within
listening through ears
whispered on each morning,
after a long shower she dressed
under his gaze
sovereignty of eyes made her feel not
alone,
she had honor and resilience
no longer that awkward shy girl
from a minnesota school,
her hand felt his harden on hers
to be there farewell until later,
she felt no shock on leaving the house
no irony or weariness
bag slung over shoulder
walking to the bus,
catching smiles of men who wanted to
possess,
a word she heard that made her smile
infidels
she was now a vessel
returning to the mall
that very mall she worked a beauty salon
for minimum wage,
today would be her immortal day
memory and history would find a place
for her,
her soul had a message to be given to the
world,
and with a single bomb she would carry it
This topic is difficult and in somber mood has to be aired that any country terrorism can come from any angle not just foreigners and immigrants as some areas of the media like to point out, sometimes as seen here in England it is the young and impressionable no job or low income find they have become fed up and to want act , react against what they see is against them be it family or government and others can prey on them influence them not saying this happens in all cases as you have extremists everywhere in religion or politics the thing is the message has to be conveyed that we are community all of us the world has shrunk and we must care more to prevent such horrific acts of mindful violence it sounds simplistic but is there a perfect answer i hope so one day
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Powerfully worded…..
in my naked glory, I forget myself
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Thank you sometimes things have to be expressed
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Again thank you for reading and hope all is well
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Great piece, it will be interesting to see who’ll try to copy the Boston bombers now.
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Thanks Cathy it is a scary thought but i guess it can be a part of nature we have not seen so prevalent before
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Your after words remind me of the 1960’s so where the refrain is: “Teach your children well…”
I am also reminded of the play South Pacific and the tune “You’ve got to be carefully taught” –
It is chilling yet very realistic to note that the world is so much smaller today than it was when less populated.
And yet we cannot live in fear. We must live and promote the dream of peace through hope.
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Thank you Jules but there is no shying away from the darker side of nature
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Indeed violence can and does strike everywhere these days.
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It can and sadly we see it all too often, and i hope all is well
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very powerful, eloquent words.
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Thank you Geraldine 🙂
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…though a lonely furrow this, all points worth making and you’ve made them with skill. A simple everyday story of regular people that grabs you in and leads you on to the unbelievable outrage that senseless maiming and killing is. It happens, is happening. Well written, well said, this is what poetry is for imho.
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Thank you these subjects have to be addressed
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