- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Inhumanity
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Click hereCold cobblestones.
The square is empty save
listless ghosts shambling
here and there.
High above, hollow eyes blink
from blasted windows
open only to thin dreams,
mouths choking on memory.
Life was and now isn’t
warm circles of light,
lilt of music, laughter.
In humanity lies compassion
or at least recognition
that we are all connected,
links in an empathic chain
holding each other together,
but this is inhumanity,
where children carry stones
over the echoes of screams,
the crunch of shattered glass.
This is inhumanity,
where stars have fallen
onto threadbare cloth,
and sun is but a memory
of butter.
- COMMENTS
CharleyHover 19 years agoLoved how you worked with the word of the challenge prior to the transition of tone from sympathetic/empathetic to one of anger/disgust/disappointment almost reprimand . . . "In Humanity lies compassion . . . BUT this is inhumanity, where . . ."
The line "and sun is but a memory of butter" is such a simply worded, yet hauntingly complex thought that leaves a powerful image well after the poem is beyond my eyes.
BooMerengueover 19 years agoawww Ange...
This is inhumanity,
where stars have fallen
onto threadbare cloth,
and sun is but a memory
of butter.
How beautifully crafted! Thank you !
BlueskyBeautyover 19 years agoit moved me!
i think this sums it up rather nicely..
sad, but beautifully written words ange. ty
