Hope in the Springhar

A poem inspired by two children I am teaching in Afghanistan

Afghanistan: earth's broken heart
where the Springhar and Kamir mountains
are insurmountable to all the world, save its people.

Their calls are, at times,  music
drifting from ancient minarets, at others
the whispers of dreams loudening in the wilderness.

Electricity is, like hope, in short supply.
Yet my pupils are not children who must listen
to condolences only. They can utter the newest words

alive and lost in syllables, they tell me
the snow is thawing now, this glacial, fifty-year
winter is ending. Spring comes again to the Springhar range.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Siddhartha]

You write with a power that only an impassioned heart can have. The wait was long but it was worthwhile. Thanks for all the wonderful work you have done and continue to do and for showing people that their lives however short and seemingly mundane can hold meaning if they are true to their heart's calling.

[Bertie]

A short, succinct poem full of very (for me) images that challenge the reader; we can't look away from what you've written. Very powerful... "the whispers of dreams loudening in the wilderness"...such a fantastic little line, that really for me, sums up the fragility of the existence you're talking about and exploring.. A poem that has really made me think about the way life is lived.. Thank you, and well done ! x

[Donald Meikle]

tear down the barriers darlin' girl.
Make your life matter.
Your deeds are as inspirational as your words.

[Ed Hart]

the real heroes are the ones who pick up and go and serve, and sometimes find poetry along the way...

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Good to see you!
This poem fired my heart with real hope.
Thank you...for all you do.

[Emily B]

you are an honest-to-grace real live hero to me

your hands have power and grace, your voice too