Hardy folk

Even the hardy folk

were brought to tears

on that black night

when all the years of hurt

became a single point

in space and time,

when all emotions

a volcano became

that was not to be held,

mighty in its wrath,

bursting violently forth,

burning through the steely skin

of the hardy folk.

Hardy

◄ Humanity without the humane

My lost flower ►

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Jon Stainsby

Fri 5th Jul 2019 06:41

Thank you, Jennifer.

jennifer Malden

Thu 4th Jul 2019 16:45

great writing Jon! Like Devon wondered what' the black night 'was, but probably most communities have had or will have their 'black night.' Something so untoward and shocking that everyone is united by their feelings.

Jennifer

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Jon Stainsby

Thu 4th Jul 2019 06:49

Hi Devon, thanks for commenting. I am happy you like this.

It does not refer to any specific moment. I hope that, just as it is for you, it can be any moment in time. A time to reflect on how things were, are and how they can and do change in the blink of an eye. Also, how many feelings and thoughts are hidden to be exposed in a single moment.

Jon


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Devon Brock

Wed 3rd Jul 2019 21:33

Jon, I've been holding off commenting until others have done so, because I just had to know what event, if any, is being referred to as "that black night." So many moments in history are running around in my head - and aha - it is each and all of them. Fantastic work!

D

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Jon Stainsby

Wed 3rd Jul 2019 21:20

Thank you, Leon. I do not disagree.

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LEON STOLGARD

Wed 3rd Jul 2019 16:57

being thrown a curved ball poem like this one Jon to me is what poetry is mostly about, as in keeping up the stirring of the old grey matter. I doubt you will disagree.

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Jon Stainsby

Wed 3rd Jul 2019 16:37

Thank you, Brian, Dorothy, Lisa and Devon

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Jon Stainsby

Wed 3rd Jul 2019 16:36

Thank you, Rose. It just came out of my head like this. 😃❤

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Rose Casserley

Wed 3rd Jul 2019 15:21

a very unusual poem Jon but none the less enjoyed.









Rose 💋

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