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There Is A Red Book

There is a red book lying on my floor
rows of crimson-robed monks
sitting in meditation
on its cover...
there are rows of soldiers
marching to a different drum;

the monks are falling in Tibet and Myanmar,
the soldiers in Israel and Iraq,

there are voices of despair,
hope and innocence in rows of graves
where all colours
fade into bones
yellowing with age

 …burning ash fills the night sky,

and time keeps marching
in the lament
of my begging bowl,
I am shrouded in white
along the mountain path
of peace and reconciliation.



— Kailashana, Apr 05, 2008

Critiques

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rider68

18 years 2 months ago

A Sad Subject

Anna I found this very moving, you have portrayed this subject Beautifully - If Only such a sad affair could be, Well thought through, Very Brave, Regards Peter
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Grannyjill

18 years 2 months ago

There is a Red Book

I joined neopoet yesterday, and read through as many poems as my stupid computer would let me (each download took an age). Yours was the one that spoke to me. The first line especially grabbed my attention - I like poetry which starts from the commonplace and leads me into contemplation. The subject matter is something I feel deeply about, and to add icing to the cake (sorry for cliche) the poem is beautifully constructed. Not a word in the wrong place, and it is pepppered with the delight of discovery. (realisation of the use of colour to emphasise a mood)- One of the ones I wished I had written. I have also read your Martin Luther King poem and am I allowed to mimic a teenager? 'Wow? It speaks to me, man' - MLK - one of the idols from my youth - sorry, if I am going over the top - but when I read poems such as these I need to grab the writer by the lapels and gabble quickly in case they get away.
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

17 years 2 months ago

Rows upon rows

Of madness and divinity, rows of yellowing bones and rows of dead shells, I like your rows and rows of things, why don't they start to dance, as where they are they're of no use except escape's perchance. Yours Ann of Norway

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