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| Refugee Drawing Title : Yesterday. |
The ocean our cosmos,
cast adrift we were
neath a myriad of
stars.
Sun beats at our
bodies,
salt sucks at our
tongues,
wind chills to the marrow,
sea calls us and
calls us,
bids us beneath it
and dampened our
spirits
we wretched,
succumb.
Cast adrift we were
neath a myriad of
stars,
the ocean our cosmos
and our hearts full
of hope.
Lost we are.
Lost we are.
A showering of lost
souls,
flooding the sea.
Anna :o[
Susan (at Poets United) provides
us with the prompt of Meteor Showers and asks us to take it where we will. I am not sure the above is what was asked for
– but it is what came to mind. Cheers
for the inspiration Susan!
(Little is heard now
of the refugee crisis as I guess it is ‘old news’ and maybe we have become
numbed to it – but it still exists…)
Also shared with the good folk at dVerse OLN, hosted by the lovely Toni. Cheers and Happy Birthday Toni!
Also shared with the good folk at dVerse OLN, hosted by the lovely Toni. Cheers and Happy Birthday Toni!
Image: Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons
Author: Polviak
25 comments:
I love the perspective of this poem, bringing our attention to the plight of desperate refugees, under a panoply of stars, on their quest for a safe place. Thought-provoking, we need to remember. It also reminds me of that beautiful scene in The Life of Pi when the young man looks up at the stars, in the bioluminescence. So beautiful.
The beauty above and the horror below! I've never thought of a meteor shower of humans before, but you've embedded that image in my mind along with so many needless deaths. Meteors are each a little death as well, but we can see it. The refugees are too often out of sight and mind.
What a superb write. Such a brilliant way of delivering this important message.
Luv what you have done with the prompt.The refugee slant is timely and poignant
Happy you dropped by my blog today Anna.
Much💖love...
I imagine the stars to be quite vast when you are far from land on the ocean. My heart hurts to think of those that have to flee other countries, the situation they must be in to think the only way out is to take a boat and hope it lands where you want it to. I am sure there are many that never make it.
OO sherry hit it too with the movie ref. I did think of that too.
Dear Friend You have drawn a superb touching image of the helpless humanity beneath the myriads'... a subject which is critically relevant to my life..I a migrant refugee from Kashmir has a bleeding painful heart..as pellets and bullets strike hit blind and kill my people..a great poem must e shared more..Thank you so much for your thoughts and touching words
So sad those escaping horror only to find it on the ocean as they escape. Very poignant. Love the repetitive tone of this.
This is an important poem. We are so self focused with out own problems it takes a reminder like this to empathise with the ongoing suffering of refugees.Horror can take place under magnificent skies.
Loved this Anna.. you are so right.. the refugee crisis has gone off the front pages..yet the suffering continues..kudos to you for bringing our attention back to people who need our love and help most.
We count our woes until we are blind to those who suffer much worse. Just because headlines are silent, it doesn't mean suffering has ended.
A brilliant analogy Anna. Countless people dislodged from home and hearth going into oblivion just like the showers of meteors turning into ash.
Wonderful poetry, Anna. A refugee charity might like to use this poem if you sent it to them, it touches the heart.
A very powerful poem Anna and I love Jenny Woolf's suggestion of contacting a refugee charity who may like to use it xxx
Oh the beauty of the stars and horror underneath... indeed the beauty in disaster is a chilling aspects... like sunsets over battlefields
Cast adrift we were
neath a myriad of stars,
the ocean our cosmos
and our hearts full of hope.
Gorgeous!!!💘
I feel for those refugees, filled with hope and lost in sea with a deadbeat boat ~ This is moving Anna ~
Imagine every hope drowned. Wonderful, timely piece of writing, Anna.
I liked your description of refugees with the ocean being their cosmos they being full of hope even though lost.
The crisis is certainly not over yet...so many displaced people whom nobody seems to want...oh that we could all have more compassion and love!
When I think lost souls, I don't think of displaced refugees, but of the ones who force them from their homes or multitudes that would so readily turn them away.
Horrible indeed. Loved the drawing. Well, "loved" is probably a bad choice.
Poignant and powerful. Thanks for sharing this.
Cast adrift we were
neath a myriad of stars,
the ocean our cosmos
and our hearts full of hope.
The problem is always there as long as there are contenders for powerful positions. Those caught in the cross fire are the innocent refugees forced to flee. A pity!
Hank
Poignant, Anna. I think, even the world now is but a boatload of refugees. God knows what shores we are drifting ourselves to. :(
Sad Anna to have no hope in this world or the next?
Dwight
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