Aleppo

Aleppo

A Poem by Beccy

Aleppo

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I've trod the many summers
I've seen the river's run,
the blackbird raking withered leaves, 
the trespass of the sun.

I've coursed the age of innocence 
the rise of heavy stones, 
Jack Frost's design on windowpanes, 
the breaking of my bones.

I've crossed my heart so many times 
but never hoped to die, 
found reasons for the things I've done, 
but not the reasons why.

I've known so many promises 
that fall like wounded birds, 
out from the blue and endless sky 
as empty, idle words.

I've grown to adult subterfuge 
seen things no child should see, 
slept where the sun has lost its heat, 
craved immortality.

I've felt so much of suffering, 
like nails drove through my feet, 
prayed rain would fall more bountiful 
on fields of harvest wheat

I've tasted all of bitterness, 
so liquid on my tongue,
cried for the lost, unripened  
fruit that stays forever young;

and I dream a star-lit pathway 
for each little child set free,  
but think sometimes, though time 
may heal, this world is not for me.
                          

© 2019 Beccy


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Thank you Nigel; especially for the it's. I rarely make silly little errors and am always grateful for input.

I hurt inside each time I see or read about such atrocities, especially when the most precious of all gifts, our children, are hurt. Now of course we have the latest, that chemical weapon attack. If it was Assad, which is extremely likely, he is pure evil in an Armani suit.

Beccy.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Beautifully written. Almost flawless meter but even more important is that crucially each line is taken up with meaningful words and phrasing. Your last 2/3 verses are especially poignant. [Should be 'its not it's BTW].

Really nice work
BRs
Nigel

Posted 7 Years Ago


Yes indeed I totally concur , man's inhumanity to fellow man is as rife and prevalent as it has been from millennia ago till present and shows no sign of abatement , so all to easy for one to grow cynical and lose faith in the human race!

A stark, emotive and powerful poem, penned with an honest, frank and humane pen!!

Posted 8 Years Ago


A beautifully written and very moving poem. Each stanza is a gem.

Posted 8 Years Ago


If I could write just one more piece, it would have to be something much like this.... Splendid, no other words are necessary, in my book.... N

Posted 8 Years Ago


I am absolutely flabbergasted how easy these words of yours can roll off the tip of the tongue. This is probably one of the best poems of yours that I have ever read. You would think that the repetitive use of "I've" would have taken away from it, but in truth it only increased the heavy tension like an added bag of bricks to every stanza till I felt I was being crushed by the emotion of it all at the end. I like the rhyme scheme. I have to say that the last two lines cut me. It was a hopeless ending. CD

Posted 8 Years Ago


You speak beauty where others have destroyed. You speak love where you have to dig forever. You importantly speak compassion where others say there is none. I am moved.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Poignant!!!

Perceptive depiction of a horrifying 'circumstance'...

Unfortunately, the title, 'Aleppo', of your poem could be changed to thousands of other towns/cities/countries where these horrors are part of the daily diet...

The rhyme and rhythm.. exquisite!! Easy to read, hard to digest!!
Well done...

Terry



Posted 8 Years Ago



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Beccy
Beccy

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I'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..

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