Echoes of War
There beneath the dome of ashen sky
Nary a hint tonight of her favorite stars
And motion above of cumulus clouds
Neither does thunder, nor pleads aloud.
Restless, voiceless she poignantly recalls
Spark that evoked from doting heart
As under the olive tree he knelt down,
Before his vows got muffled by bombs.
There she heard how nothingness sounds:
As houses burned, buildings collapsed,
Bodies were scattered for miles long
In mangled, shattered voices of chaos
When vacant disgust muzzled the town--
Neither did anywhere church bells ring
Nor did the minarets make prayer calls;
Gone were the cries from mother's arms
And footsteps of hunger buzzing in shops
And heartbeats of lovers strolling for joy
And laughs of the youths playing with ball.
And there she still lingers in echoes of war--
Why didn't her verses compose a ballad?
Why didn't her love strum strings of guitar?
And why oh why, so soon did her music stop?
August 31, 2019
Placed 1st: Silence poetry contest by Silent One
Placed 3rd: Strand choice 8 contest by Brian Strand
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