I want to say something haunting about
the tossing white waves;
but all I can think about is blood
staining the walls of Palestine— orchards severed,
paper,
pencils, pretzels and shuddering breath
not always visible;
May is a wound festering, can you feel it?
Photo credits: Nicolai Yegorovich Makovsky artwork, Pinterest
Lillian is our hostess today at dVerse and the word is
“Wound.” Come join us! 🥠
Posted for Quadrille #128: What’s in a Word @ dVerse Poets Pub
Sadly, many will be haunted by these events.
Yes sadly. Thank you so much, Ken 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Many a wound is festering in this month of May, sadly. The gentle alliteration in the words ‘paper,
pencils, pretzels and shuddering breath’ is like a breath of peace instead of gunfire. If only!
Yes, if only! Thank you so much, Ingrid 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Yes though the theme has a long history of bloodshed. Still its very sad and haunting; a wound festering makes me think something even bloodier is coming.
May the Lord have mercy. Thank you so much, Grace 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Oh Sanaa….you have captured the pain of the fighting…the disillusionment of humanity. These are such painful times. The delicacy of human lives lost…their thread of existence is captured so well in your words “orchard…paper….pencils….pretzels.” The things of every day life desecrated by bombs and fighting.
Thank you so much, Lillian.. yes it’s all over the news and social media so I thought to pen a poem. I am glad it spoke to you the way it did 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt)
Your title is so full of movement in its ‘crashing, frothing, ebbing and carrying away’, which made me wonder who the tide was carrying away, Sanaa. And then you revealed all in your tragic quadrille. I love the alliteration in ‘pencils, pretzels’ and the culmination of the phrase in ‘shuddering breath’, and the fitting metaphor, ‘May is a wound festering’ – it is, in more ways than one.
Aww gosh! Thank you so much, my dearest Kim 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
“tossing white waves”
“blood stained walls”
a harsh contrast for such anguish.
i fear the blood will never be washed away…
my heart goes to the innocent children.
Sigh.. mine too, Lisa. Mine too. 💄❤️
Nicely done. Yes, I feel it.
Thank you so much, Ron 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️
Sanaa–wow! This is so powerful in so few words.
Yes, this indeed. I can feel it.
hopefully paper, pencil and pretzals will bring peace. great heartfelt poem
yes… I can feel it…. so very sad the conflict that continues to flow.
May is a festering wound… Very good Sanaa!
Powerful!
I rather like the juxtaposition of
“paper,
pencils, pretzels and shuddering breath”
Much💚love
😢
I can feel this festering and these images of the invisible breath really worked for me here.
Yes …. and it is heartbreaking.
This is beautiful and sad. 🙁
I’m glad you put your pencil to paper to express a lament of the violence erupting again in that area of the world…a festering wound indeed.
Powerfully written. The shortness of this poem makes it even starker. So sad, so very sad.
Indeed Sanaa. ‘May is a wound festering’ We feel so helpless at times like this. Your words are beautiful and powerful ☺️💕
Your words capture it well, and beautifully.
Most think of haunting as a disruption of quiet stillness and there is so much impact with your words especially the “paper,
pencils, pretzels” alliteration that almost comes off like gunfire stopping the ‘tossing’ and ‘staining’. Yes, I feel this.
Searing. Why is the world okay with this.
“Many a wound a festering” Yes, 🙁
That Israeli Prime Minister is “wagging the dog”… All these politicians make that move when their power is on the line. I wonder if this conflict will ever resolve itself.
The madness and upheaval is well captured in your poem.
Pat