Tag: war

  • Imagine What is Lost

    Imagine What is Lost

    We know there is no land within what we can see with the naked eye or binoculars, and the maps we poured over in the outdoor gear store confirm this when looking due east. However, in the very early morning as the sun reaches over the top and the sky lights up exposing low hanging…

  • John Haines – City of Orphans

    Given the current conflicts across this land and the earth, this timeless poem from the late John Haines conveys the words I have no voice for. How strange to think of those street sand vacant lots, the sandhills where we played and dug our trenches; the forts we built, the enemies we conjured to aim…

  • Poem – In Unbound Dreams

    In unbound dreams steeped in limitless colors the machines sleep. Metal skin glistens as another day begins, as our held breath releases. We start with the same promise that this will be the last day and we will stand here united. On this war ground with the rising sun we circle the sleeping machines…

  • Poem – War Child (Re-post)

    Standing among the ruins. The child looks to the west, as the sun sets upon the land And smoke billows from the ruins. Many thoughts collide and fill the child’s mind. Thoughts no child should carry. Standing alone, afraid to look. Afraid to ask anything. Tired arms hold all that is left of this life.…

  • Poem – Strings

    Moments I feel disconnected from the activity surrounding and swallowing me. The words heavy, actions sharp, the light too much to see. I want to live peacefully and cast a wide net but the fields are overgrown, the boulders too large, the obstacles too many. Those we do not know beyond what we are fed…

  • Poem – Beyond the Clouds There is Hope

    After the smoke clears and unnatural sounds dissipate the valley, mountains, and river return. The mountain shadow continues the journey started millions of years before and the river moves animals and earth further downstream to fertile lands and eventually to the delta spreading its fingers for miles with long threads reaching into the sea. For…

  • Where we are going, what have we done

    I tend to be a private person when it comes to political, economic, and social issues, but the state of the world now is too much to keep inside, to keep from spilling like blood into sands. As a person and part of humanity, with a connection to each living being, I feel sadness and…

  • Loss of Words

    Days spent watching and listening to the news. Anxiety creeps in with each headline with each story and tragedy. Step after step toward the cliff little time remains to salvage fragents of humanity the fractured souls becoming all of us. ~ I want to express the extreme sadness that consumes my being and the futile…

  • When the trees weep

    When the trees weep the raging battle has taken a turn. Rivers disappear and a lonely dog walks the dry riverbed. Grains of sand and stone from the mountains consume the landscape and put to rest what we know, hide what we are. The weeping tree turns away from the sun and moves deeper into…

  • What can be said

    Unnerving silence following tragedy when hundreds of voices became unheard. I’ve never seen any of your faces until now through photos random glimpses and a summary of a life shortened swiftly. Birds gather across the open sky and we join hands across boundaries across borders and across cultures because we are human and in this…

  • Of Religion, Spirituality, and Nothing

    Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays. Whatever your belief or non-belief (to say you believe in nothing is still a belief system); whatever deity or non-deity you look toward for guidance, comfort, or even out of a sense of obligation, is a personal choice. It is a choice that no other person, group, or government should…

  • Poem – The Cathedral

    A common path along the shore of an unnamed lake guides you over entrenched roots and persistent brush, the daily webs strung discreetly The hills of Eastern Bosnia lie dormant craggy rocks and spent shrapnel under the snow Lily of the Valley dormant, hibernates with the bears awaiting the cold to retreat Tall, arching entrance,…

  • Poem – War Child

    Standing among the ruins. He looks out over to the west, as the sun sets upon the land And the smoke billows from the ruins. Many thoughts at once run through his mind and collide. He stands alone, afraid to look. Afraid to ask. In his arms, he holds all that is left of his…

  • Poem – Waiting

    Across the sea of sand and water thousands of miles away weeks and months may pass before we hear your voice. To forget about the time and placate our worried and disjointed thoughts we look for your face and hopefully a smile in someone’s photograph.

  • I walked in the Valley of Shadows

    I walk the valley of shadow and darkness looking for you, not your physical self but the essence left behind by the deeds and missions you have accomplished and completed, the sacrifices you have made and the self shaped through layers of experiences, yet we know the real person beneath.