Forecast Dark and Balmy

It is quiet

the gun shots have stopped

the homes are burnt

to the ground

food nowhere in sight

it will be a 

dark and balmy night

hope faded 

eyes with no light

a dirty soul

wiped with hate

the smell in the air

rancid at best

they whisper

so soldiers do not hear

whispers of ways

to get far and be near

it is quiet

on these streets

with burnt homes

and no food

dark and balmy day

ceaseless it is

sunrises mean nothing

with gunshots ringing

whispers of ways

do not listen

they will know

another bomb dropped

dark and balmy forever forecast

Reviews

[therisa]

An unusually dark poem, from you, Holly. Until the second last line, I ws thinking about the aftermath from Katerina, when it strucked New Orleans.

[Holly Mason]

I am a heavy political girl nKorea on my mind these days listening at the school (for my daughter in a play)the children are worried it seems these kids go to school now a days with so much on their minds makes me wonder what will they write in 20 years and Katrina was awful being from Florida resides with storms I have seen the big military guns on my corners all over a tank of gas strange world heavy pens*)

[therisa]

The world has radically changed, since we were their age.

[Matthew Kult]

Hello Holly,

Heart wrenching

Always,

Matthew
A.

[Holly Mason]

Hello Mathew,
then it reads how I wanted*)
forever and always,
Holly
p.s. nice meeting you

[Matthew Kult]

Pleasure is mine