Silenced #hiroshima #poetry #poem


 

Captive in the frame
Captive in the frame

Awakened from deafening noises

pushing away this long night mare

unsuccesful I rub my dark eyes

trying to look through a dusty cloud

I shake cob webs that I wear

Looking in a mirror

I lay back on the floor

 fear grabs me as I  curl up

knowing that this dream must end

or destruction has claimed my world

 

 Poet’s United Wednesday Motif is reflecting on the 69th anniversary of the bombing of Hiroshima or A-Bomb Day. We are prompted to write from the point of view of a character then or now.

Author: moondustwriter

Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing and publishing in multiple genres (including education) in E. African for E. Africa. As a writer, it is a thrill to write for children (on all continents) who want to learn. I've been part of the blogging community for more than 13 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community. I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers. There are many facets to this moon - my joy is in meeting you!

19 thoughts on “Silenced #hiroshima #poetry #poem”

  1. Researching for the heavier response I wrote for this prompt, I came across horrifying details. I wonder how the developers and detonators of the bombs managed to go on with their lives, how did they sleep at night? You have written this well.

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  2. I agree with Sherry. Once I realized your narrator was there and maybe a child, I cringed and expected more gory details. You spared us by her still needing to wake. Oh, and when and if she wakes to the full realization of what has been lost, oh! … your reader fills in those details.
    A very fine poem. And your comment on mine is so generous! Thank you.

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  3. a mixture of horror, war, and psychology. very genuine as I have watched war movies in which people are shown in moments of agony and terror before they succumb to bullets, bombs, or mental illness.

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  4. Like a crouching tiger spotting a prey pounces on it Death grabs them unaware..the ignorant, innocent civilians give in instantly…you’ve very deftly framed that instant..

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