6 Million lost souls and 60 happy teenagers

a poem about my time in Berlin.

I am writing this poem 

                        with an ordinary pen.

Black ink runs down to the tip of the writing tool.

                                   blood shoots to the tips of my fingers.

The pen and my right hand amalgamate into each other.

                                           we are united, we are one, we are a living organism.

                    One brain.....one pen.....one piece of paper.....

                      one poem.

I am looking at the youth of Berlin!

groups of teenagers are running through the holocaust memorial. They are playing tag, laughing, screaming with joy.....67 years before, 6 million screamed also....but that time it was not with joy, but with anguish .

         

The pen and my right hand amalgamate into each other.

                                           we are united, we are one, we are a living organism.

 ©LukeRitta

Reviews

[Enigma]

Interesting. I somehow like the abrupt shift in the scene. It is like gazing at the paper and contemplating and then raising your eyes up to gaze at the teenagers and look back at the past. Then transporting back to the present -to the teenagers, and your pen. Well penned. :)

[Robbie~xoxo~]

We do become one. Thoughts of anguish bring the pain of many ghosts to the place of abomination of desolation... Well penned!

[The White Wolf]

I LOVE the scene you set here, the double meanings, very wise and clever of you. The pen is the extension of the mind, as is your hand, no? The memorial, once a place of terror, now filled with laughter, all one living organism, as is your poetry, as you are, all interconnected. I adore the philosophy behind this. Really unique way of getting your idea across, my friend. Great job.

[Liderien]

I think you could expound on this a little more and bring a correlation between the union of pen in hand and the youth of Berlin. What does the youth of Berlin have to do with your pen in hand?

[Amila Jay]

Wow. An interesting piece of writing. It is truly a horrific memory and then looking down at them now .. you've penned it nicely .. Great poem :))