Until

Time paused
a moment imploded,
the shuddering tremor,
rippled in dramatic light
silence came with pain,
fallen boughs
new sown seeds,
growth blemished in bark
reaching skyward
with gentle  leaves,
the tree had not forgotten
yet learned from it's birth
never to touch
that light
or feel that moment
again.

Kyochikuto/Oleander

from chugoku to the ota
nothing remained
upon the debris strewn
red earth,
in the silence
that  came with time,
shoots with elliptic leaves
to five bright petals,
vivid signal that,
survival is the future
that through resilience
we find a peace
and learn that for
no other reason
it should never
happen again.


With these two poems i came third out of 741 poets worldwide and was presented with a gift from the Japanese government and they where read out at a ceremony at UN headquarters in New York by the Japanese Ambassador which you can watch here http://www.un.org/disarmament/special/meetings/dis_week/ the poems revolve around the Hibakusha survivors of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the poems are also going into a book in New York
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Comments
  1. Congratulations! What an honor for deserving words from the heart.

  2. Telling and distinctive work, Chris – first time I’ve come across you, I think and will be back for more… Visit my site at http://www.scotthastie.com. There may be stuff we can do together on the promo side… With Best Wishes Scott

  3. gardenlilie says:

    Silence came with pain … Nice words and congrats to you!

  4. Laurie Kolp says:

    …in the silence that came with time… I just love that

  5. Two wonderful pieces Chris.. the second one touched me the most.. but I still don’t see how it won’t happen again..

  6. Mary says:

    What a truly great honor was bestoyed on you. 3rd out of 741 poets is no small thing. Congratulations. Beautiful and poignant writing. And indeed may something like this never happen again.

  7. Tony Maude says:

    Never again – but how often have we said that?

  8. claudia says:

    oh wow…congrats on the third place with the poem.. it is remarkable symbolism in this… great, touching image with the oleander

  9. brian miller says:

    nice…think i am more fond of the second one….the new life in the after…and the hope of survival…and that we actually learn something…that it should never happen again…

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