Joanna Daniel Poet Shape

The Cold Bell

There's 
the bell,
children rush out,
strawberry, chocolate,
choose your pick, it's time to enjoy.
Somewhere far, victims of war rest in peace.
Bomb explodes, ice creams melt, smiles freeze.
bells toll
death.

06/16/2017

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John Michaels August 18, 2017 at 10:53 AM Nice juxtaposition, Jo. Powerful imagery and a deep message. Regards, John.

Kim Rodrigues June 22, 2017 at 6:52 AM A cold reality. And so sad.

Afzal Nusker June 17, 2017 at 12:18 PM What a fine way of compare and contrast shown in this poem. U r truly a genius.

Paul Callus June 17, 2017 at 7:32 AM First strikes of the bell bring echoes of joy; sadly, they soon turn to pangs of misery and horror. You have expressed yourself clearly...wars bring pain, death and despair! ~ Regards // paul

Demetrios Trifiatis June 17, 2017 at 1:57 AM How tragic to see young innocent life end in such a horrible way. Your poem a tribute to accompany the victims' souls to heaven. Superb dear sister, Jo!

Joseph May June 16, 2017 at 10:25 PM Happiness turns to sorrow in war torn countries...Powerful write Jo

Andrea Dietrich June 16, 2017 at 9:10 PM wow, Joe DArk and deep one (I just saw another poem that left me that impression as well) this is GOOD!

Janis Medders Tobechi June 16, 2017 at 4:21 PM This is very well done and shaped like a bell. Should do well in contest. I'd like to return the FAVour, with this one.

Heidi Sands June 16, 2017 at 2:00 PM This poem has such an impact on the reader the way it is written. ! A very sad truth. Well done.

Chris Green June 16, 2017 at 7:19 AM Jo, what began so happy, ends so sad and the saddest part is, your poem expressive the truth. This was very creative and the emotions and message were deeply felt.