Tired Souls Wait On Riverbanks
Tired souls wait on riverbanks
Tired souls wait for a welcoming heart
Lost in a kudoclasm of what lies ahead—
A knot of fear in stomachs tighten.
Will there be sparrows singing songs of hope,
Or an ominous hymn from a murder of crows?
Will there be walls and deadbolts on homes?
As they somaticize grief—naked and cold.
© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.
Painting by Ally Saunder
In response to dVerse’s Tuesday Poetics: Ally Saunders – A Closer Look hosted by the lovely Mish and MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Wordle #140 by Yves
I still can’t get the world’s distressing news out of my mind. The second I saw this particular painting, my heart immediately went out for the victims of war and the poor refugees. 😦 So here’s a little follow up to my previous post, Have we had enough? *Sigh*
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February 1, 2017 at 1:22 pm
A powerful and timely interpretation of the painting….and your word choices added to the depth of this piece.
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February 2, 2017 at 12:47 pm
Thanks a lot, Mish. And thank you for introducing the artist to us. 🙂
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February 1, 2017 at 1:28 pm
Yes this is what the world needs… to protect them, to show that we can.
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February 1, 2017 at 3:20 pm
Another powerful and harrowing poem and picture Maria. It is frustrating to see the response to the plight of refugees especially in Europe. it seems that it is always someone else’s problem 😦
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February 1, 2017 at 6:08 pm
Oh. Oh wow. 😦 Your poem is haunting and chilling, dearie. You write your heart out. I can only sigh with you. 😦
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February 1, 2017 at 7:41 pm
Very moving. I hope we can live up to your words.
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February 2, 2017 at 12:58 pm
I hope so, too…
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February 1, 2017 at 8:56 pm
Oh my. 💕
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February 1, 2017 at 10:41 pm
Wonderful Maria!
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February 2, 2017 at 1:12 pm
Thank you, Pj! 🙂
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February 1, 2017 at 11:33 pm
Though it has been said WOW exceptional and meaningful, gorgeous
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February 2, 2017 at 1:13 pm
Thank you! ANd thanks for this week’s wordle, Yves. 🙂
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February 2, 2017 at 2:32 pm
My pleasure! Your welcome =)
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February 2, 2017 at 1:15 am
I hear you loud and clear ! The news these days are just so distressing and sad 😦
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February 2, 2017 at 1:14 pm
Indeed, Grace. I hope you are doing well. 🙂
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February 2, 2017 at 2:18 am
Heartbreaking. You’ve captured it well here, Maria. Thankful for words that heal.
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February 2, 2017 at 1:17 pm
You’re welcome and thank you, De. 🙂
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February 2, 2017 at 5:25 am
Will there be sparrows singing songs of hope,
Or an ominous hymn from a murder of crows?
I like the way you put that, “an ominous hymn from a murder of crows”. It makes me wonder what kind of dirge they’d sing
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February 2, 2017 at 1:19 pm
Thank you! I dread a very long sonata, Walt.
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February 2, 2017 at 9:23 pm
I’m sorry Maria. God Bless You!
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February 2, 2017 at 11:01 pm
I like the idea that those tired souls have been waiting for some heart to greet them.
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February 3, 2017 at 12:46 am
Sadly, I think both songs await your poem’s travelers.
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February 3, 2017 at 7:54 pm
Ah! So very well put….may it ring through every ear…!
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