“Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity.”
― George Carlin
a ghostly memory
of damask roses
olive trees, heavy with fruit
reimagined into white and
gone the fear of bombs
gone the crumbled buildings and crushed hearts
the abandoned cities, the empty streets
now the children play, they study
the houses stand and the gardens grow
hope towers, a moral high-ground
the ghost is the dove
and the hawk has flown
© 2016, poem and Illustration, Jamie Dedes; All rights reserved; the Bleeding Heart Dove photo below is courtesy of morgueFile.
WEDNESDAY WRITING PROMPT
Times and places of peace leave no scars to jog our memories and stoke the fires of our hope. Remember peace or imagine it: What would a world at peace look like?
If you feel comfortable, leave your poetry or prose or a link to it in the comments section below. All work shared in response to this prompt will be published in a post here next Tuesday.