“You see the suffering of children all the time nowadays. Wars and famines are played out before us in our living rooms, and almost every week there are pictures of children who have been through unimaginable loss and horror. Mostly they look very calm. You see them looking into the camera, directly at the lens, and knowing what they have been through you expect to see terror or grief in their eyes, yet so often there’s no visible emotion at all. They look so blank it would be easy to imagine that they weren’t feeling much.” Mary Lawson, Crow Lake
Eye-candy, a feast of crocus, bursting
Through the snow-laden ground
Drunk on the promise of spring
The devil behind, that shadow side
Clouds shape shifting, take on
The broad outlines of a memoir
Angels dance on the razor’s edge
Forget that pin stupidity, reductio
ad absurdum, politicians and scholars
Debating, while greed and warring go on
Starving the children, curse the insanity
Dialectic, acquisition, murdering hoards
Clouds, shape shifting, take on
The contours of shame, crocus buries
Itself and the promise of spring
The broad outlines of memoir dissolve
The slashed moon drools ichor
How long can the innocent bear life
On the razor’s edge, coiling the fire
Of their despair around our hearts
Drawn to the verge on the reflux of
Rudimentary souls, vertigo, nausea
Nostalgia for what will never be known
© 2019, poem (first draft), Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved
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Poet and writer, I was once columnist and associate editor of a regional employment publication. I currently run this site, The Poet by Day, an information hub for poets and writers. I am the managing editor of The BeZine published by The Bardo Group Beguines (originally The Bardo Group), a virtual arts collective I founded. I am a weekly contributor to Beguine Again, a site showcasing spiritual writers. My work is featured in a variety of publications and on sites, including: Levure littéraure, Ramingo’s Porch, Vita Brevis Literature,Compass Rose, Connotation Press, The Bar None Group, Salamander Cove, Second Light, I Am Not a Silent Poet, Meta / Phor(e) /Play, and California Woman. My poetry was recently read by Northern California actor Richard Lingua for Poetry Woodshed, Belfast Community Radio. I was featured in a lengthy interview on the Creative Nexus Radio Show where I was dubbed “Poetry Champion.”
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Respected Jamie Ji, a striking powerful poetic composition.In the first reading I felt the depth of pain and the gravity of the theme but had to read it again and again to grasp the still point.Beautifully linked thoughts with superb choice of words, for a couple the dictionary opened to help and increase my knowledge.Loved the classic references. Thank you for sharing You are a classic poet An honor to know you. Stay Blessed always amen
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A powerful poem, especially the last line, and you sent me to the dictionary with “ichor”. I also long more for what never was than for the good old days that supposedly were.
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Thank you, Mike.
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Interesting that you should use digitalis aka Foxglove for your post. It can be extemely toxic leading to death or save lives. It has such beautiful colouring yet the photo has grey hues. Was this intentional? I say it had to be.
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I grayed it on purpose given the subject. The Foxglove was secondary to that. Good observation, Jen.
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I thought maybe I shouldn’t have made the observation. So thank you for letting me know 🙂 ❤ I know just how toxic they can be but just how beauiful they are. Deceptive creation! lol One of natures wonders!
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Love the photo as well.
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Jamie, I love this poem! I think this is one of your most eloquent and powerful poems I have read till now. It touched my soul, so wonderfully expressed, such strength…
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Marta, you are so kind and enthusiastic and much much appreciated.
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Thank you, Jamie, but this is really a great poem of yours. Love it!
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♥️🌹🙋🏻♀️
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Fantastic poem!
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Thank you, Alethea. I hope you’re doing okay today.
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Beautiful poem. I really enjoyed reading this.
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Jukie, Thank you for saying so, taking the time to read and comment.
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Something to sleep on. Have a lovely evening. 🙂
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Hope you had a good evening, good sleep and now a good day.
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Thanks for asking. Actually I was sick most of the night and at the moment exhausted, so I’m going to try to sleep after this. Have a good one.
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Feel better, my friend.
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