It’s easier to be dumb, to be deaf and blind;
in this age of darkness
where freedom no longer breathes,
where roses red forget what it’s like
to bloom
and bloom so, riotously—
nothing else breaks you the way war does.
Come speak your truth, come do so, freely;
there are many who take lives here
as though they are nothing,
as though the sky wouldn’t notice,
as though the moon won’t disclose its dark side—
give them praise
not contempt, it’s not everyday
that they realize inner monologue is lost,
is non-existent
is a fissure long, a line of breakage made by
cracking open the skulls of others—
then add,
‘it’s nice of you, not to rip open the heart
and stomp it to dust.’
The wind mourns when nobody is looking;
it’s making up
for the mouthless millions who cannot do so,
or are too tired to,
I am a Poet, and yet, words fail me
when it comes to addressing the sorrow and pain—
how I wish it wasn’t so,
how I wish it wasn’t so,
the strength of poems reach and undo the horror
that’s unleashed on a daily basis,
the warmth of poems so as to console the numb,
winter is falling behind;
just thinking along these lines,
it’s easier to be dumb, to be deaf and blind.
Photo credits: Blooming rosebush in twilight by Irina, Pexels.
Posted for Open Link LIVE — March Edition @dVerse Poets Pub
A poignant and painful reminder of life blooming through chaos (war). So very well done.
Thank you so much, Christopher 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
“The wind mourns when nobody is looking”
Absolutely! Thanks for stopping by, Tzvi 💄❤️
Your reading almost made me cry today, Sanaa! So sad and poignant. I especially liked the lines about the wind.
Aww gosh! Thank you so much, Merril 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
We certainly do need the warmth of poems right now, Sanaa! It was beautiful to hear you read ❤️
Thank you so much, Ingrid 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Fatigue is not our friend. Trump has a way of wearing us down with chaos and outrage, as does the bellicose nature of some men. Sometimes, even we poets have to shut down, fearing over load and implosion.
I completely relate! Thank you so much, Glenn 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
“The wind mourns when nobody is looking;”
This is such a heartbreaking image Sanaa
Enjoyed hearing your poem read today
Much💚love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Much love back..
This is absolutely beautiful, Sanaa! I resonate with all of it, and I love the final stanza especially, and these lines:
“The wind mourns when nobody is looking;
it’s making up
for the mouthless millions who cannot do so”
“the warmth of poems so as to console the numb”
<3
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Sunra 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you💄❤️
nothing else breaks you the way war does………your poetry is therapy, real therapy….every line shows the empathy and more….and quality speaks for itself. This is real therapy.
That is such high praise! Thank you so much, Ain 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
“I am a Poet, and yet, words fail me
when it comes to addressing the sorrow and pain—”
So very understandable.
Thank you so much, Ken 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️
A very powerful and heartbreaking write, especially these lines:”is a fissure long, a line of breakage made by
cracking open the skulls of others—
then add,
‘it’s nice of you, not to rip open the heart
and stomp it to dust.’” – it makes me think of, not only do we feel like we are helpless and mute, but also stuck trembling and wondering and counting Who is next?
Thank you so much, Oloriel 🙂 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Sanaa, so much of what you say here resonates. Your courage and your advocacy for those who grow weary, are appreciated.
Thank you so much, Lisa 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I enjoyed hearing you read your poem on the live stream. You have so eloquently expressed the feelings of so many of us regarding the war. it is such a needless travisty.
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
“The wind mourns when nobody is looking” is my favorite line.
Thank you so much, Jenna 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
These lines speak to my heart.
“The wind mourns when nobody is looking;
it’s making up
for the mouthless millions who cannot do so,
or are too tired to,
I am a Poet, and yet, words fail me
when it comes to addressing the sorrow and pain—
how I wish it wasn’t so,”
Aww gosh! Thank you so much, Alicia 🙂 so glad the poem spoke to you the way it did 💄❤️
A terrible burden, when lovers write of war. How does the heart stay intact, the words remain pure? Easier, yes, to be deaf, dumb and blind, but then we wouldn’t be Poets anymore. Sometimes poetry is wrestling and being defeated by ever greater angels, as Rilke wrote. The harrowing regions of heart are also most hallowed.
Thank you so much, Brendan 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
beuatifully poignant
❤️❤️❤️
Beautiful and heartfelt. There are no words to explain war, but only empathy and compassion for that loss of inner monologue which is truly haunting! 💓
Thank you so much, my dearest Tricia 🙂 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Sanaa, listening to you read this poem was very moving. You have said so beautifully what most of us are feeling. Thank you. ❤️
Thank you so much, Punam 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I loved your reading so much. I just hope that someone may understand the pain the world is feeling (and should have been feeling also for Aleppo and Grozny… )
Absolutely.. may it be so. Thank you so much, Bjorn 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️