Jeannie Cronin Poet Rhyme

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Imagine yourself, your spouse and your children, wandering around a 25 mile strip of land with nowhere to go. Hearing your babies and everyone around you crying out for pain of hunger, thirst and fear of death while rockets explode all around you. Random luck of being born a child of Gaza doesn't afford the protection of living under an iron dome, only the chance to live through an iron will. What would you do to survive? 

 

Accepting My Place

In my place nobody longs to die
but they don’t care to live their “like this”
In my place there’s echoes of silent outcry
enduring deaths slow burning kiss

In my place shattered photographs
of family and friends paint the walls
In my place scenes of long lost dreams
like spiderwebs hang in the halls

In my place there’s no gravity
keeping us tethered to hope
In my place we strain in painful refrain
of telling ourselves we can’t cope

In my place everyone finds their defeat
in options the same as mine
In my place we face how our death will erase
every dream ever had of our time

In my place there’s more hollow space
than even I can define
What I wouldn’t give for the option to live
in anyone’s place but mine

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Daniel Turner November 29, 2023 at 12:56 PM War is too profitable to eradicate. Seeds of hatred grow weapons of war. Good to see a post from you Jeannie. Empathy doesn't stop wars, unfortunately. Jeannie Cronin November 30, 2023 at 10:45 AM What 2 wars are we fighting because we elected Biden? Please help me understand Jeannie Cronin November 30, 2023 at 10:04 AM Can’t stop thinking about your comment and what that says about humanity Can’t stop thinking about how cockroaches live a cleaner and more dignified existence than almost every human I know, which means being called a cockroach is actually a compliment. That’s a case of the spins so bad you’re hoping to be flung off the merry-go-round, even if it kills ya. Jeannie Cronin November 29, 2023 at 4:40 PM Perhaps so, but it could go a hell of a long ways towards preventing another. Good to hear from you

Silent One November 29, 2023 at 11:57 AM It is a very sad situation over there... the west will call it collateral damage, but i wonder if it would be the same if hamas were hiding in Israel, would they bomb then? I feel sorry for the innocent people dying.. especially children... your poem is excellent and full of emotive imagery. Jeannie Cronin November 29, 2023 at 12:21 PM Thank you, Good to hear from you again, hope you are well.