Author Topic: Memory  (Read 1297 times)

Offline Bob Blackwell

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Memory
« on: November 07, 2010, 10:27:27 AM »
A happening,
a moment in time,
some fifty years ago.
I remember
the pull on my shirt,
a plaintive voice,
a cry for help,
the revulsion

for Iraqi girl,
age close to seven,
dress torn,
sandals broken,
cupped hands;
no nose, no cheek,
no right eye.
Instead
a gap, a void,
a festering hole.

Horror struck,
I search,
I find a coin,
a silver one,
to give, to push
into her hand.

Girl with only half a face,
please go away,
please leave my view,
seeing you
I ache, I pain
I hurt, for
you do offend.

She had run,
had scurried off,
was quickly gone.

Now when I close my eyes……


Bob Blackwell

Offline drab

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Re: Memory
« Reply #1 on: November 08, 2010, 06:17:30 PM »
That's a pretty good poem Bob.
To live, with gentle but cunning deceit, and accept the consequences, is the destiny of every man.

Offline Bob Blackwell

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Re: Memory
« Reply #2 on: November 09, 2010, 12:04:13 AM »
Than you Drab for your comments.  It was something that I experienced, that just would not go away.  Bob

Offline 510bhan

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Re: Memory
« Reply #3 on: November 09, 2010, 10:11:29 AM »
Deserves to be read.

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Re: Memory
« Reply #4 on: November 28, 2010, 03:06:40 PM »
:). Nice poem

Gatsby

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Re: Memory
« Reply #5 on: November 29, 2010, 03:11:19 PM »
P.s. where is Bob?