Poetry form : Fold
Let Spring be my antidote for pain
from self-sacrificing terrorists with guns
who strike
and maim and kill again
My heart bleeds for all the lives we’ve
lost
let empathy be my antidote for pain
May sight of flowers blooming of a morn
Reduce the images of all the families slain
As I feel the softness of clover underfoot
I’m
thinking counter measures seem in vain
May I cope with thoughts and not give way
to fear
Let courage be my antidote for pain
Ellecee
Inspired from today's prompt from
imaginary garden with real toads
For
Nicely folded, Ellecee! I like the variations on 'Let Spring be my antidote for pain'.
ReplyDeleteThis is beyond beautiful!💜 The pain ..the realization of loss.. mingled with hope for better days is so well portrayed. Especially like; "As I feel the softness of clover underfoot I’m thinking counter measures seem in vain."💜
ReplyDeleteYes indeed LC. Yes indeed. Let Spring the season of rebirth be our balm in the face of violence and its accompaning tools.
ReplyDeleteGood form
Much🌼love
I can relate to this.
ReplyDeleteI hope we can all get into some sense of not causing pain... let's indulge in antidote.
ReplyDeleteA wonderfully folded piece of poetry. May your courage continue!
ReplyDeleteAnguished yet gentle. And no doubt each of those things would help . Yet, behind the hope, I seem to see despair. (Or perhaps that is my own, in the face of this problem.)
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