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.
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19 thoughts on “Silenced #hiroshima #poetry #poem”
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.
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.
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.
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..
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
It’s a scary poem Leslie.
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It was a scary time I believe. Thanks Ranu for reading
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A world of destruction and violence…but all we want is peace..
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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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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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powerful
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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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A nightmare presented well and one I wish not to have.
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I love this poem so much! It’s my kind of poetry! @v@ ❤
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Oh thank you sweet lady…
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Your poem shows us the tragic reality of that dark day. Well done!
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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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Real or not…sometimes it’s hard to know which side of the mirror is better…haunting piece…and image
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Thank you. There are a few I write that I feel the person who is speaking. This was one of those times 🙂
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If only it was all a dream. Such a marvelous hope to have.
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Nightmares seem very real sometimes. Although reality is a bit of a nightmare on occasion!
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yes sometimes it is better to sleep 🙂
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Poor children. They didn’t ask for this!
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Reblogged this on Ned Hamson Second Line View of the News and commented:
The White Lotus cannot open again
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