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The light

By and by
The light flickered;
Dusk lingered,
(A waning spirit)
And finally,
The sinister night
Claimed
The vast expanse
With
Sudden, swift
Descent of clouds.
Words of
Her sainted nanny
Rained down,
“Don’t you be forgetting
Your umbrella”
As she kept moving
Homewards,
Tired and exhausted.
War had taught her
To feel the rain.
To toil.
For survival.
To Fight back.
Just like the
Rays of dawn.
To wear
The
Battered
And
Soiled
Hem of
Her dress
With pride.
And to bury
The dead memories.
War had taught her
That
Life
Goes on.
Despite
The
Bruises,
Scars
And
Wounds.


Picture courtesy - Ermiliablog - Picture it and write prompt



Comments

  1. I really enjoyed this poem and the visuals

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  2. I love the words raining down and the reminder about the umbrella. Such a lovely poem. Thanks for linking up. Don't forget to come back and vote.

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    1. Thank you so much editors. I am really grateful for your kinds words

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  3. very well said. i especially loved the beginning. great imagery.

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  4. Touching, evocative words. You took us on a journey with each line. Well done!

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  5. Oh, how sad. A great poem. Love the message although I hope this mentality is changing! I know in the Australian army, they take PTSD very seriously now. Which is fantastic. Emotional wounds have to be attended too just as much as physical ones. Great poem!

    - Ermisenda

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    1. Thank you so much Ermilia. I second your thoughts totally

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  6. Thank you so much Jo for such encouraging words

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  7. amazing imagery

    I love how you formatted this.

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    1. Thank you so much Lance. It is really good to hear from you

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  8. Your poem is beautiful. It flows smoothly with good visions and images that linger on.

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  9. Find I have to second Trifecta's words. Lovely poem, Ruby!

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    1. Thank you so much Kymm. It is a real pleasure to hear from you

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  10. Wow! What an engaging poem! I really like it a lot.

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  11. nice...i like the reminder at the end that despite it all...life goes on...something we often need reminding...smiles.

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  12. I like the perseverance interpretation. That's really different from any of the others I read.

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