With all the wars and talk of wars that are going on these days from civil wars to wars of aggression …
With all the springs and falls of the uprisings …
I thought to share with you a thoughtful poem written couple years ago by a poet friend of mine, Anna.
Hope you like it as much as I do.
P.S. The painting is ” Girl with a Mandolin ” Picasso
I have been a strange dog,
limping, whimpering
cowering, licking my wounds,
in unfamiliar lands
of devastation that is Modern Life, I am
blind in the righteous sun of obligations, how to count
for something other than words falling by
the wayside of 10000 peace marches,
candle lit in holy nights
and swelling tongues of silence, raging
raging,
bitter ashes, dust to dust,
unheard
oh, we are but lonely caravans, silk roads,
holy temples lost to bombs and bullets,
blood and salt,
meet desert sands
and ocean blooms
red in swollen eyes
shooting stars pass…
and this too shall pass…
who are we if not the last generation
of vagabonds,
of warriors,
of blue skies
and burning apple blossoms….
