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Across this hopscotch land
strange days stretch out to sea,
where ancient forests stood,
now ails a lone pine tree,
spared from an Act of God,
not so children as they flee –
they are turned to ghosts
by what god, pray tell me?
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I can hear so clearly the anguish in your heart BB.
And so many more try to understand the logic in these disasters.
How many people in all the years have asked the same.
Most thoughtful, thank you.
John
I feel for their parents and friends, John – how terrible it must be for them. Thanks for your comment.
A question I have found myself asking…and I suspect other have posited the same question. Your deep emotions can be felt within the poem…peace be with you.
Bizarrely, we are hardwired to look for meaning where there is none, Charles. Thanks for your comment.
Beautifully understated, so it has that ripple effect – so powerful.
Thanks, Julie. The events in Japan last year have had unimaginable mental-health consequences for many of the survivors – many questions and no answers
What god would pick and choose who to save and who to spare? A heartless one, perhaps?
More likely the result of a toss of the dice.
I agree, Nancy – it’s completely random and there’s no sense to be made of it
Geography not God is to blame! Great ending to this tragic poem. I don’t know how they can stand what has happened to them – too much for most humans to bear – it is good to acknowledge what happened through poetry.
Thanks, Gabe. I don’t know if you saw the doco the other night where they interviewed some of parents and friends of these children – it was terribly harrowing
I dig this one , Blue Bee
Peace,
Laz
Thanks for your comment, Laz
very moving words
Thanks for your comment, Nicola
So glad to see you back, and in such style. A moving poem.
Thanks, Tilly – it’s good to be back
Very good question, BB.
For which, as I see it, there is no answer, Kate
a very moving poem for your re-entry into blogging. nice to see you back.
Thanks, Nursemyra
I love your poem… welcome back! 🙂
Thanks, Elizabeth
such an unsettling photo, and the poem a lamentation
We cry out against these things, Monica
Your words here are like music of another place and time. Beautiful!
Thank you, Renee
To lose the children. I don’t think I could stand such grief. You write with such sensitivity and compassion, Bluebee. And the tree. The tree. I could weep about it. This event is one of the saddest in recent history.
I don’t know how the parents get through the day, Selma
Quiet and powerful. Thank you.
Thanks, Kathy
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