Tag: war
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A Cracked Pot
The pottery wheel brings the writhing clay to life, its whirring pulses through the hands, moulding the sticky gooey mess, growing its potential and finding its nature through touching, loving and caressing the dirty lump until it reveals its hidden glory. — Steadily the rhythm grows and a shape is formed, a vessel glad to…
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War on Pregnant Women
It was the pregnant woman cradling her hope that shook me, a brave baby born to turmoil, no real future, freedom of speech and the liberty to choose a path where hissing missiles and guzzling guns will not overwhelm the fragile life that sparks behind closed contented eyes. – A year ago a couple’s loving…
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The Trumpet Call of Spring.
( or Hope Denied) The saffron centred crocus shone against the dark earth, petals gently unfolding inviting the invasion of light and insects tending their pollen, enabling production of tapestry in grass; and secretly new bulbs grow ready to bring joy and luminescence to the troubled world. ———- Floating on the breeze bees hover, seeking…
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The Murder of the Innocents.
The child’s eyes are closed and her heart stops beating. War showing again its yellowed face of cowardice and words
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War in Winter
Grief digs deeper when the winter months mutter war, the loss of place, of purposeful peace and the gross destruction of homes, humans and even habitats of tiny beings that have sought warmth under the frozen crust. ——- It’s a bloody burden that they carry on breaking backs, as they see bursting bombs of greed…
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Borders
Arbitrarily drawn, each brace is something else’s place and loss as fences are built and concrete is laid for solutions to stop intrusions, incursions and contusions for those who try. There is a body who believes in their right and might for their own bipartisan brain to build visible walls. ===================================== A golden butterfly gentled…
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There is no just war.
Wearing a dirty face mask she peeped over the top of the rancid rubble, her dark eyes smudged with sleeplessness and the filth of her poverty, The fear in her eyes searched the landscape filling in the gaps where friends and family had lived and now sought another sojourner in war. —– Like a trembling…
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