Sunday, January 11, 2009

SUNDAY IS FOR POETRY: Grieving


Children...
Helpless, speechless
Hoping to be heard,
comforted, consoled
Cataloguing harbored nightmares
Scarred, outside and in
As they sleep in the web of violent designs.

**written by petra michelle**

12 comments:

Buttercream Cottage said...

Wow, this was heavy.

Enzie at World Market Portraits said...

The children of Palestine, Sudan, Afghanistan come to mind when I read this. Very powerful Petra!

Mama Zen said...

So beautiful and so sad!

Poetikat said...

Wouldn't you love to be able to sweep them all up in your arms and comfort them? We have a foster child in Columbia - I wish we could do more.

Lovely poem, Petra.

Kat

PV said...

and some grow up and still carry all the weight and sorrow with them. Deep thoughts.

Blog Stalker said...

A great one! Definitely heavy is a word that comes to mind. Nothing is worse than the suffering of children.

Have a great day!

Tammy said...

Images of children affected by war and violence popped into my mind when I read this. Extremely well done Petra!

LarryG said...

this is beautiful and something I have been pondering -

So timely - Petra, thanks,

Tipper said...

Makes me want to run out and protect all those unfortunate children. Very powerful Petra.

Charli said...

Hey there... This is a lovely poem. I like the part about "cataloging harbored nightmares". We do that, don't we?

i beati said...

oh gosh you have rendered my nerve raw.I live in such turmoil over this very subject.Each new case kills my soul..sandy

2 greats honored by the way thanks

Chandini Santosh said...

Oh! Gaza! When will children not die?