Sunrise at Night

Sunrise at Night

A Poem by Mary Helda
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street children

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His ribs wailed, poking through his pellucid skin 
Like shards of glass begotten by bondage 
The street was his fate
Every day, he sat under the blistering scorching sun 
While the heat became his confidante 

No sweat. How could it emanate? 
When he was but a dying rose, a walking disease 
The gut-wrenching stench of his war’s truculence
Cutting through his little nostrils 
He knew no other fragrance 

Saliva tasted so heavenly against his cracked lips 
He wined and dined with flies and rubbish 
Yet he could afford a ghost of a smile 
Even when his eyes were the epitome of a grave… 
So hollow, so lost, No tears, no light---

Happiness tripped over his sadness and fell
Humanity lay hidden behind his eight years 
But when the night came, silence spread 
The stars glittered and bore comfort into him 
In the night he found home.

© 2017 Mary Helda


Author's Note

Mary Helda
Thousands of children are suffering as a result of wars especially in Africa..with no love,no food,no parents...

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Mary I've only just got to this in my RR. Wow! Very powerful. Very pictorial. Very moving.

As always I have suggestions and comments
- cuting - I think you probably mean cutting
- personally I think it would read better and finish more powerfully if you deleted the last line; maybe even add a couple of extra 'came' lines, such as peace, freedom, etc. These would add to the rhythm of the closing stanza, whereas the one line finish, to me, seemed too obvious and unnecessary and sort of broke the spell.

Back to the poem; there are some fabulous lines, for example
- happiness tripped over his sadness and fell
- he wined and dined with flies ...

This is very, very powerful writing, Mary.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mary Helda

7 Years Ago

i can not believe i have actually just seen this right now after all this while. i apologize. thank .. read more



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Mary I've only just got to this in my RR. Wow! Very powerful. Very pictorial. Very moving.

As always I have suggestions and comments
- cuting - I think you probably mean cutting
- personally I think it would read better and finish more powerfully if you deleted the last line; maybe even add a couple of extra 'came' lines, such as peace, freedom, etc. These would add to the rhythm of the closing stanza, whereas the one line finish, to me, seemed too obvious and unnecessary and sort of broke the spell.

Back to the poem; there are some fabulous lines, for example
- happiness tripped over his sadness and fell
- he wined and dined with flies ...

This is very, very powerful writing, Mary.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mary Helda

7 Years Ago

i can not believe i have actually just seen this right now after all this while. i apologize. thank .. read more
The rare piece that seems to get more vivid with each read.
Powerful and necessary.
Thanks for the share.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mary Helda

8 Years Ago

Thank you Antonyo:-)
Antoñyo

8 Years Ago

You're welcome
This was an exceptionally beautiful poem. I loved it.
"His eyes were the epitome of grave. So hollow, So lost. no tears,no light" it is so sad that children have to live this way.this poem was really very moving

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mary Helda

8 Years Ago

Yes,it is indeed so sad..thank you so much,,i really do aporeciate it
Africa and around the world. You have put a vision on paper that some will say is not real, but it is all too real. Thank you for sharing a vision that needs to be witnessed around the world. Then change it.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mary Helda

8 Years Ago

Thank you so much
How monumentally moving your words are! "Happiness tripped over his sadness and fell " It is a tragedy that any child has to live this way. Such a compassionate write. For children such as the one you so eloquently describe, there is no childhood. Lydi**

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mary Helda

8 Years Ago

Thank you so much for your kind words
I really enjoyed this poem. Although it makes me quite sad that such things still has to be written and how many times do we still have to express ourselves to make this world change? mungu akubariki! Africa needs voices like yours.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mary Helda

8 Years Ago

Thank you so much my dear friend...mungu akubariki rafiki yangu
Mary Helda

8 Years Ago

Your words do mean alot to me
Elvin Morello

8 Years Ago

You're welcome, dear :)
a heart touching poem! i really loved the ending stanza
"But when the night came,
Silence came
Comfort came
The stars came

In the night,he found home"
its true that some people have to live without shelter,food, love, they have to struggle day and night to get it. i love your poem!

Posted 8 Years Ago


Mary Helda

8 Years Ago

Thank you so much..thanks for reading and reviewing,i really do appreciate it
I could find no definition of marasmus...help!

Other than that I love the way you capture the environment of his day and the comfort of the night

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mary Helda

8 Years Ago

Hi there,marasmus is a severe undernourishment causing an infant/child's weight to be significantly .. read more
This is heart wrenching - you portrayed it so well. Our world needs healing - there are too many gaping wounds :(

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mary Helda

8 Years Ago

Thsnk you do much ..i really do appreciate it
this is intensely sad...reminds me of the commercials for helping the kids for so much a month...hopefully the money sent is going where it really needs to...and that smile can become real from the inside out.

wonderfully expressed piece.

j.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Mary Helda

8 Years Ago

I hope so too..thank you so much

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