After the bombs
after the rockets
have hit their targets left their load
everything in and it around
explodes
The sky is now the roof
walls are barriers, no more
Bullets have torn up
wallpapered dreams
but life clings to
burned branches
determined not to fail
in will to try again
Remembering
laughter follows tears
and,
rainbows follow rain.
~*~
© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved
* With muted sound I had the TV on this afternoon and there was a documentary on the History channel called World War 2 in HD (High Definition) I guess seeing the footage of destruction, death, severely wounded people all in graphic colour, and then seeing this picture triggered the thought process. And yet, the colours in the photograph also seems to inspire hope among the ruins of such destruction too (to me)
Shared with dVersePoets Poetics: Through the Artist’s Lens. Featuring the photography and art work of blogger SueAnn
`rainbow follows rain’ – a perfect ending.
loving the last refrain!!
laughter follows tears
and, rainbows follow rain.
There’s light at the end of the tunnel obviously! Nicely Bren!
Hank
I love your last stanza, about how laughter follows tears, great job! I always love reading your work.
Day dreamer … your work is always enlightening, always. I agree with the assessment that you poem shares of war. I was glad for the explanation that shared the afternoon and how you responded. I believe war to be the greatest evil on earth. The lives that it destroys goes on threw generations affecting those who may never see war.
To think this is happening as we write in Syria and elsewhere. The world has never existed without a war going on.Let’s face it we are ferocious animals and it is never going to be any different. I do not regard myself as cynical ,just a realist!
you say so much here about destruction and hope ..but life clings to burned branches. love it!!
Beautiful poem…thank you for using one of my pics.
Well done
Hugs
SueAnn
bright hopeful ending — well painted
An apt and positive statement from a beautifully written poem. Excellent.
if we can hang on to hope, we can survive anything.
wonderfully written, Bren!
♥
i love your poem, esp the last lines. says it all.
“life clings to
burned branches
determined not to fail
in will to try again”
…love that resilience in life…nicely portrayed here Bren. And the way you end it is so beautiful.
I love the way you bring hope out of the ashes – nicely structured and sustained 🙂
We have to search for the beauty among the ugly so that me can move on and strive to survive!
Your poems are always so inspirational … I love your blog !!!
Hard hitting, so well written, and I was relieved for the hope in the end. I try to stay the optimistic side of humanity and it isn’t usually easy.
This is very different for the night. And you bring truth to the picture.
I love the sky is the roof…that stanza is so poignant when everything is taken away there is still hope, resilience and beauty…loved that and the ending finishes it off beautifully. Very inspirational.
All is better in HD even how to kill you and me, riiight! Pffft to such a thing but yeah a little hope it sure does bring.
A nice message of hope. First stanza was outstanding!
Yes, life does cling to burned branches. Life has tenacity, it seems. And somehow hope always does continue to flourish. I especially like the last stanza…with rainbows following rain!
painful, beautiful and I’m so in love with how your final stanza is a bid to stay strong 🙂
truth…after there is hope often hard to see in the moment…when the bombs are falling and the world seems to be turning upside down…there is a pretty cool rhythm to this piece bren…scary as well to think of a world at war and hopes it never happen again…
this is a strong piece with a great ending… glad there’s still hope left. loved the expression ‘wallpapered dreams’… great work!
Bullets have torn up
wallpapered dreams
but life clings to
burned branches
Lovely… and I really like your promises in the end.
Its sad to see those destruction and effects of war ~ I like the hope and promise of laughter in your words ~
“Where there’s breath there’s hope” and out of the ashes, mankind has ever rebuilt, restored, and began again. There are scenarios where it may not happen, but we pray to never see that day. Well conceived and written poem.