The Morning Tale

this was just a thought that popped into my head... pretty unsettling... for me at least.

I wake and meander peacefully
to the kitchen as always
today nobody is home to
bother me in my fresh waking state.

I awake cautiously and creep
out of my family sleeping room
I hear the distant shattering
of gunshots as they rip through
everything in their path.

I slowly sip a cup of tea
as I stare out the window
at the beautiful colors of nature
and the shining beams of sunlight.

I run frantically as bombs
detonate and send horrific
screams of scathing roars
and terrible scents
of chemicals and death.

The breeze penetrates
an open window and cools
the room making my uncomfortable.
I slowly shut the window and
go back to my tea
as I lounge comfortably
before starting my day.

I clutch my dying child in my arms
as blood spurts forward in
graphic and maniacal arches of
crimson blood   the price of war.
I scream out for god but there is no reply.

Author's Note

tell me what you think.

Reviews

[Daniele]

I'm watching image after image of Palestinian children...Sudanese children...Iraqi children...Moms...Dads...Dead. And I'm reading article after article after article written by people trying to rationalize the horrors of the world to other people who every morning sip warm tea and admire the sunrise. Then I stumble on your piece and it hits as hard as any bullet could try..."I scream out for god and there is no reply". If Shrew is curious as to the reaction this piece would get from your readers, this, for me, was it.

[Nely Amorim]

the contrast from the peaceful scene to the violent scene is consistent and magnified by its very images, a very strong write. good work.

[Spat Queen]

I am especially curious as to the reaction you expect from your readers. I love this piece. I think I have this expression attached to the innermost part of my brain and it haunts me daily. I am curious how many other people see things this way. There can never be a true sense of peace as long as there is someone in the world who is suffering. I think Woody Allen says something to this effect in the Annie Hall movie, anyway, terrific piece.

[poet2angels (lynda)]

Amazing...

This is deep in imagery and the two different perspectives make this such a unique piece...
Such emotion in the ending....such a sad scene and one that lingers in the mind...
Excellent

Lynda