Waiting

Waiting
by Azadeh Azad
23-Sep-2012
 

I hear the dirty wounds of laughter

I touch the wreckage of kindness

I see the conceit of pig-nose foes

I smell the blood of frightened lives

I touch the cut legs of being special

I see hardened faces of pleasure

I taste charred remains of resistance

I smell the rape of aspirations

I hear the decomposition of joy

I taste the void of screaming

And I’m here waiting for war!

© Azadeh Azad, 2012

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oxymoron ness

by Mahvash Shahegh on Wed Sep 26, 2012 07:52 AM PDT

Nice poem! I like the oxymoron ness of it: wounds of laughter ; wreckage of kindness; void of screaming.  My favorite line:

I hear the decomposition of joy! very poetic and delicate.


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vildemose

Bitter truth...The war

by vildemose on Mon Sep 24, 2012 12:47 PM PDT

Bitter truth...The war never ended. 

 

All Oppression Creates a State of War--Simone De Beauvoir


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vildemose

Bitter truth...The war

by vildemose on Mon Sep 24, 2012 12:47 PM PDT

Bitter truth...The war never ended. 

 

All Oppression Creates a State of War--Simone De Beauvoir


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Soosan Khanoom

Ahh... dear Azadeh what a heartfelt poem ...

by Soosan Khanoom on Sun Sep 23, 2012 11:10 PM PDT

I said it before and I am saying it again, it is the worst of time.  Peace is on life support and war plans to march on the streets of innocence...

 

" And I am here waiting for war "  Sad ... indeed 


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