Still Life Drawing.
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Like a sajjÄdaâ
It lays on top of the rubble
Perfectly still,
Facing the west,
Or east.
Who can tell?
Untouched but for
The splashes of red
That had soaked through
Like an oil mark
Leftover from bamieh
On a white tablecloth.
The sun: a round smile,
With spiked hair for rays.
A house,
Half drawn.
Windows rectangular,
A little wonkyâ
But still. She tried.
A path winding.
Stick figures
Without eyes,
But half-curved grins
Showing the
Joy
They could all have
Learned.
One day.
The sky is almost blankâ
A scribble of
Blue
In the centre.
And,
A purple line
Adjacent,
Testing it out for size.
Still learning
The meaning of colour,
The shape of the world.
She hadnât decided yetâ
Which shade to choose.
Half made.
It lies on the floorâ
Smudgedâ
And bloody.
But more
Alive
Than the tiny hands,
Clutching crayon
As a shield,
Just moments before.
Now
It hangs
In a room
With no roof.
The skyâvast, empty
Of promiseâ
Still waiting
To be finished.
She is nowhere
To be seen.
Didnât even get
To sign
Her own name.
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River and Celia in Underland
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Comments (7)
such a sad image you've painted with your poem. You're such a proactive voice in today's world <3
I think itâs seeing the children on the news that breaks me. They deserve better. Governments, leaders need to be working round the clock to fix this mess. Your poem is incredible. And heartbreaking.
Daahlinks - You know we can never change what we donât acknowledge! - Jj -
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oof. gut punch. thank you for sharing and for always having justice on your mind đ
Every day, my heart breaks a little more. The hardest part is having no options. We can't volunteer to take a family from the affected area into our homes, we can't send food, we can't do anything, because they can't get out, and the aid is blocked, or worse.
Very real, thankyou for sharing xx
It's sad - far too sad. Children are suffering and certain people are only worsening the situation. A drawing without a name... This whole poem makes me want to cry. But you two are always amazing for writing these, for always highlighting the horribleness of the world.