Quoth Theraven Poet Haibun

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The Trained Refuge

The long guns trained upon my fragile refuge,
yet still to find forgiveness in contrite cadence' known.
Will you discover the dream has died-
in defiance of a love so giving...
to find the day's child-like grasp,
of world and wonder worth living.

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Kai Michael Neumann December 8, 2019 at 5:38 AM Love is stronger than guns ... Quoth Theraven December 25, 2019 at 9:14 PM Kai, Thank you for that comment. And I hope your Christmas was full of...guns. Kidding, full of L--O-V-E. Nat King Cole said it so well: https://youtu.be/f_HmF84G7ZY

Paul Callus November 17, 2019 at 12:28 PM Those guns have no real effect on one who lives in hope and love, Richard! Your striking poem is a delight to read. Regards // paul Quoth Theraven December 25, 2019 at 9:10 PM Paul, Thanks for the comment. Merry Christmas wishes...going back to the '70's just in the Nick of time. -Richard

Quoth Theraven October 19, 2019 at 2:05 PM Andrea, Thanks for the comment. I did think.., but no. Decided best to leave the beautiful melody & voices just as they are. -Richard

Andrea Dietrich October 19, 2019 at 1:16 PM I listened to the nice music and was hoping to hear your voice reading the poem?? Anyway, the poem is very nice. Your poem shows much consideration and l for your fellow man. Quoth Theraven October 19, 2019 at 2:06 PM Andrea, Thanks for the comment. I did think.., but no. Decided best to leave the beautiful melody & voices just as they are. -Richard

Kurt Ravidas October 17, 2019 at 8:08 AM We're all refugees before the lotus feet of God. Kurt Ravidas October 18, 2019 at 7:01 PM Of course we do. We have no choice) Quoth Theraven October 17, 2019 at 10:06 AM Kurt, Thank you for this wonderful comment. I hope we find a path to home. -Richard

Hello There October 16, 2019 at 1:10 AM Hard when love is defied to find the wonders of living again...but time, they say...heals. Intriguing piece, Richard ~ Quoth Theraven October 17, 2019 at 10:04 AM Hello, Thank you for your healing comment. This message is a thin-veiled attempt at apologies for failing to say 'I love you', 'I'm proud of you'. Trespasses and transgressions never meant. -Richard

Vegter Papyrus October 13, 2019 at 2:12 PM The words go perfectly with the music. Every line is valuable; making this grand! Quoth Theraven October 13, 2019 at 4:59 PM Vegter, Thank you for mentioning this. It gets its hooks in you, Soleado (Sunny). Perhaps angels landed on Earth to record it back in 1974. -Richard

Silent One October 13, 2019 at 1:32 PM we live in a cruel world where some suffer in silence, whilst other increase the suffering, and some remain clueless.. it is always important to forgive and move on.. but can be difficult. Quoth Theraven October 13, 2019 at 6:54 PM Silent One, Thanks for the comment, and wisdom. It is difficult...trying not to step on toes when born with two left feet. On another note, I wanted to say how much I enjoyed the ride of your recent collaboration with Sandra Adams, 'Graveyard of poets'. So inspired by both. -Richard

Panagiota Romios October 12, 2019 at 11:49 AM Wow....deep! PR Quoth Theraven October 17, 2019 at 11:11 PM Panagiota, Thanks for commenting. You are truly one deserving of a better day. -Richard

Elaine Perrin October 12, 2019 at 10:43 AM Powerful piece :-) x Quoth Theraven October 17, 2019 at 11:10 PM Elaine, Thanks for the comment. So glad you came along with your poetry. -Richard

Sandra Adams October 12, 2019 at 10:20 AM love the way you started this one, powerful and thought provoking poem! hugs

Janice Canerdy October 12, 2019 at 7:36 AM Moving poem about the dangers and love in the world, Richard. Janice Quoth Theraven October 12, 2019 at 10:02 PM Janice, The poem is about finding hope where there appears none. And seeking forgiveness for all those that I've wronged. I am sorry for the deeds and words that ever hurt. -Richard

Heidi Sands October 12, 2019 at 6:08 AM A thought provoking poem. and I like the line....to find in day's child-like grasp. Well done :) Quoth Theraven October 12, 2019 at 1:51 PM Heidi, Thanks for the comments. Thanks for all of them throughout the days. I just read your Rhyme "Everything Good is Worth Restoring". Such a gifted poet's voice, a force to be reckoned and relished. And I do. -Richard