In the rubble, he found an arm
It was very small, it wore a charm
An olive tree, on a silver chain
His little girl had one the same
But, that was attached to the whole of her?
Perhaps, the tears made his vision blur
He gently kissed it, laying it down
And, began again to search around.
There's real power which pulls you up short in this, Stephen. A really significant poem.
If we still did Poem Of The Month here on WOL this would be it!
For all the bile and rhetoric of earlier efforts concerning the various worldly conflicts espoused here, the sheer brevity of this piece wipes them all away.
Bravo Stephen
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Terse and tough to take.
Wow, a real gut punch in 8 lines. 👍
I agree with John, Stephen. This poem broke me.💔
Strewth, Stephen! How much more power can you pack in so few lines. Disturbing. Visual. It has everything.
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Stephen Atkinson
Sun 3rd Dec 2023 14:06
Thank you all for the stiring comments. Some of the sights & stories coming out of this conflict are as heartbreaking as they are horrific. Not forgetting the pointless war in Ukraine. We can only hope it never comes to our door.