Introducing a friend to Peace; Helen Losse of Windows Toward the World.
I get my news from the web now,
sports from television,
unless they too show us the war, which I am
sure not to watch. Somehow, seeing
pictures without the sound keeps me calmer,
except the one in the Washington Post.
The Iraqi child there—reportedly injured by
gun fire—was comforted by a woman,
while she held him—face still bleeding—in motherly arms.
After seeing that, I penned some stinging words.
I actually wrote, “Can’t we ALL become people
who do not shoot each other’s children?”
I pick up the sticks, left by a storm,
weeks ago now, when a fury of ice invaded this town.
There is unsightly brush. And it’s still on my lawn. So,
should a poet impale her muse,
while the battle rages on, so that even brave soldiers
retain their right to die? You tell me,
having heard my wartime agenda.
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8:56 AM
Thanks Poetry Man, Glad to be a part of The Peace Tree.
Helen Losse
9:27 AM
My pleasure.
10:56 AM
wow! powerful post.
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