Sunday, May 10, 2009

Евгений

mothers are leaving;
gray armies bleaching into light:
dread is a strange book

One Single Impression: Prompt 63: What's It Like?

9 comments:

  1. Boy, I wish we knew more...i think this is phenomenal, but I can't quite connect the dots (my issue not yours!). What I can totally feel 'what it's like' is the dread.

    Thanks as ever for stopping me dead in my tracks.

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  2. .. going to war mom
    but truly i hate to kill
    he too has a mom ..

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  3. Profound - I can nearly get my head around the layers when they shift and twist and bring me to another level. The translation is quickly found, but there are many what if's. Nice work.

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  4. Yes, this had my head spinning and I could almost taste the dread, a bit 1984-ish.

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  5. What a sad and beautiful poem about the devastation of war. Not to detract, but I wanted to insert a counterbalance because there has to be one so that we don't destroy ourselves.

    While Mother’s Day today is vapidly celebrated as an obligatory Hallmark holiday, it is interesting to note the origins of the day.
    Mother's Day was reintroduced to America in 1870 by Julia Ward Howe, who wanted to set aside a day of protest after the Civil War, in which mothers could come together and protest their sons killing other mothers' sons.
    From Lysistrata to Grandmothers for peace, women in the service of life. Resist the profiteers, the hate mongers, the thiefs.

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