Monday, August 8, 2011

War's Whisper


Summer Evening, Edward Hopper, 1947

Winter wars birth death on summer porches lit with reunion hope

Final kisses
Promises lipped

But
Shadows know better
Hearts do too
Speeding thumps
Skip

Before brass is formed to killing shells

Woods are cleared for caskets
Flags are sewn for lovers unwilling
To accept

War’s wind whispers in summer dark
A queer chilled breeze
Passes quick
A sick knowing
Ticks
As
Winter’s wail waits camouflaged
Cloaked in black suits and dresses still hung in closets bare
Lovers storing tears as they kiss goodbye
On summer porches lit with reunion hope
And prayer

For Magpie Tales 77

7 comments:

Everyday Goddess said...

Our journeys take us to many deep and painful places.

What a Magpie!!

Erratic Thoughts said...

Hope is such a life-saver sometimes...
Very well said!

barbara said...

I do like the black suits and dresses still hung in closets. I wouldn't have thought of that one.

Tess Kincaid said...

I like to think that of faith, love and hope, the greatest is hope. Beautiful piece.

The Cello Strings said...

prayers,

what a ride.
it will pass.

Helen said...

Love the way you used the words war and whisper ... powerful piece.

Steve Isaak said...

Love this - the rhythm, pacing, language, etc.

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