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Tuesday, March 15, 2011

silent scream

the collective soul of a nation
cries
in sorrowful moans...
panic stricken existence
beats a syncopated tune of disbelief.
possessions robbed by the power
contained in the surging salt.
alone she sits~
though many shall claim to rescue her~
needing the comfort contained
in the most simplistic of devices...
a touch.
that which once meant all,means nothing.
the only thing tangible now~life.
they wailed like a rusty trumpet,
the horns and sirens did,
and she awoke in a flash,awoke in awareness
yet dazed and secluded.
liquid hell exchanged person for person.
...now she waits and weeps.
a haunting bellow that tears at the core
and pulls compassion
from the abyss of decay.
a fragile silhouette
frozen in time by the snap,whirrr~
mind of minolta...
she is the modern incarnation
of napalm,
the essence of what is not seen.
once again the images scream
but will anyone feel?

7 comments:

  1. oh yeah we feel...through your words and teh others blowing the trumpets tonight as our hearts break drums for something many of us dont even understand other than people hurt...

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  2. sometimes compassion is all we can offer

    Peace, hp

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  3. Overwhelming pain captured in both picture and word. Devastating is all I can say.

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  4. I am by and by becoming more and more attuned to the tragedy as i read so many passionate souls crying out for peace... may the peace prevail.
    Your verse is so apt and powerful.

    ॐ शांति ॐ
    Om Shanti Om
    May peace be... pray for People of Japan
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