This is my submission for #PoetsForPeace.
To join in please refer to this post by Neha: Forgotten Meadows: Poets For Peace Submission Details for Praxis Magazine
Promise People Peace
I long for it to return,
The word I can no longer say,
But in my throat. It chokes:
-‘The bomb blast silenced me.’
This word, rich companion,
To Happiness, Joy, Love, and Hope,
Is lost, discarded. It whispers:
-‘I’m buried under hatred’s rubble.’
Now my words fragment,
Syllables of death and destruction.
Scatter, scare. I scream:
– ‘So the suffering grows.’
In a poultice of grime,
Black smoke, battered skin, broken lives,
Unspeakable, incomprehensible. My…
-‘Tragedy lives on.’
I am numb, that’s my new word.
The one that claims,
Whispers and holds me. Together ….
– ‘Binding my sadness.’
I need that unspoken word,
Wrap it tenderly,
In layers of bubble wrap. Pop ….
– ‘Break its bonds with an explosion of joy.’
Let’s find that sweet word again.
A simple expression of the human race,
Unite us in love. I say,
-‘Make me whole again.’
This wondrous word – our go to home,
Haven to our blessed children,
Let them know love. I pray,
-‘Nurture this gentle word.’
© Marjorie Mallon 2016 – aka, Kyrosmagica. All Rights Reserved.
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Bye for now. Hope you have a purrfectly peaceful day.