A Prayer

A Prayer

A Poem by Jacob
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                    I stood looking out the window. I could hear the whistling wind and the now loud roar of bikes. The ground beneath me started to tremble but I didn’t. I knew this would end again in silence.
                    People arose and fled but I didn’t budge. I sensed the heat in the room as the cold-blooded entered.. The heat of revenge, vengeance, hatred and people. I didn’t bother to turn around and look.  What troubled me was the silence prior the violence. I wondered why that what starts with a bang ends with silence.. Those silent prayers that wouldn't make a difference.
As I waited for the cling-clang, I heard weapons being drawn.
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Children cut cakes deep and cream oozed out; candles were eaten up by flames. Balloons were poked and fireworks, on display.

I remembered of happy times and sad times.
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Dear God,
I wish if the earth so green
          would turn into yellow and
          the blue sky turn to pink.
          If clouds would rain red and
          trees all be felled.
          Today turn to night and
          wolves go wild.
As long as fire would be used to
          light only candles, and
          knives; to cut cakes.
 

© 2008 Jacob


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This is nothing short of beautiful. I really love the way it all fits together - the first image of the hardened man watching the end of the world, the child cutting the cake, and the prayer asking for paradox, because maybe that would fix the crazy, hectic world. You manage to make things hidden by layers of complexity strip down to their easiest simplicity, yet you do it in such wonderfully poetic terms. This is incredible. Very well done.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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This is a beautiful poem, obviously from the deepest recesses of your heart... Again, very beautiful.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Unique and descriptive. I enjoyed reading this. It's interesting with the layout and the flow. You impressed me. Write on.

Posted 9 Years Ago


This is both kowel and wierd. Kowel because of the cake, the kids and the original prayer and wierd because the narrative seems to be composed by two parts witch are competly differnt from one another.

Anywayz, this iz a very original way of showing your fear and distain, towrds war.

A.M.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A great thought--I love the repetition at the end. It really drives it home. Great job! :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is nothing short of beautiful. I really love the way it all fits together - the first image of the hardened man watching the end of the world, the child cutting the cake, and the prayer asking for paradox, because maybe that would fix the crazy, hectic world. You manage to make things hidden by layers of complexity strip down to their easiest simplicity, yet you do it in such wonderfully poetic terms. This is incredible. Very well done.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

very interesting, not spot on the theme but acceptable none the less
thanks for a thoughtful entry

~raven

Posted 12 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

intersting, indeed.
welcome to writers cafe

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Varied verbs and imagery too! I like it. I haven't seen prose in a long while.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very intesting piece!Well written.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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