You who lights candles . . . Salam to you . . .
Imen Benyoub and Alice Walker on The Bardo Group blog today … Link through to Bardo to view Alice Walker’s video …
Bitter is this dawn that no longer comes
With the prayer of doves on rooftops
And your face
This treacherous sky above your head
The colour of lead and flame
These forests of stars smothered
In the blinding smoke
These banners ripping the air around you
Woven of cries
These fields of ruins and debris
Where you stand shivering
In the nudity of daylight
You, a lonely prophet in this besieged space
Who listens to the laments of stones
And writes his testament
With tears and blood
You, who lights candles
For the passing caravans of martyrs
And falls asleep with the night
Salam to you
. . . this poem . . . in my mind i wrote it for a friend in Gaza . . . i haven’t heard from him in weeks now . . .
– Imen Benyoub
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by Getchen Del Rio
Enjoying New Toy
In new house
I think my friend that this will make me write.
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Just couldn’t “Like…” useless death, so tragic. Especially of the children.
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the loss is great..true..but we will win, and we will live..thank you for reading Victoria xx
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