Another Day

Another Day

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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(Written at the very start of Ukraine's Invasion)

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bones of a blackened
building barely remain
upright

once a happy home
flesh brick work becomes
rubble piled high

floral curtains flap in tatters
acrid smoke permeates
through choked air

monday's laundry
a memory of freshly rinsed
lavender comfort

where once a child played
her knitted doll sandwiched
inbetween bombed ruins

her black eyes search
for the mercy of heaven
there is none

only the wail of sirens
when missiles rain down
another day begins


© 2022 Chris Shaw


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War is a terrible thing. Tyranny that incites war is even worse. Ukraine has suffered the tyranny of Russian aggression before. Stalin starved the people to death by the millions during the Holodomor. There were emaciated corpses lining the city streets. This is recorded in photographs and recognized by the Ukrainian people though largely forgotten by the rest of the world. They will never surrender or capitulate to Russian aggression because to do so, as history attests, is certain death.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Your background history information regarding the war in Ukraine, speaks for itself. Understandable .. read more



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You can taste the smoke in your mouth with this piece Chris.

her black eyes search
for the mercy of heaven
there is none

Brilliant

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Many thanks duff fir your visit and thoughts. Appreciated. Have a good Sunday.

Chris
Such a sad world to live in where innocent lives are being torn to shreds as the war continues .. you’ve captured this perfectly in this piece .
Take care Katrina x


Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

How lovely to see you Katrina. It's been quite a while. Good to see you back here and a big thank yo.. read more
Katrina Mckeown

2 Years Ago

Hi Chris, thank you.. being a grandma to twin boys has been keeping me busy 😀.
I am hoping.. read more
Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Oh yes, being a grandma certainly takes up time. Hoping you find a little time for yourself to hop o.. read more
Your poem carries its own missile, and it hits its mark every time.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

What a lovely comment Bryan. Thank you so much for enjoying my poetry. That means alot.

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It would be a wonderful world if no one ever had to experience war again, especially children! Unfortunately, some are inclined to conquer others and control them. You have beautifully depicted the horror of war and brought it closer to home with the lines you used...floral curtains, laundry, children....
So very nice, Chris! Temp

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Many thanks Temp. I appreciate your lovely review.

Chris
War is bad, but who listens? Every country (even the worsts) say they defened human rights but when it comes to their benefits, they don't care for that, even if it is a Western country.
Very well done Chris.
Regards

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Nima. No winners in war. Only losers. I appreciate your visit.

Chris
Nima.Hope

2 Years Ago

My pleasure.
I went to many places of war. The brave people trying to stay made me learn. My life is easy.
"only the wail of sirens
when missiles rain down
another day begins"
The above lines. A norm for many. Thank you dear Chris for sharing your amazing and powerful words.
Coyote

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you dear Coyote. Many live their lives in misery, we should be thankful for our own.
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Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

I agree dear Chris and you are welcome.
The laundry lines hit home
Laundry left abandoned
Great moving write ✍️ Chris !

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you dear Julie for your thoughtful review.

Chris
I agree, if we don't end war, the war will end us.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Luna for your thoughts.

Chris
Dear Chris, you've pictured a horrid scene with beautiful words and descriptions. The comforting lavender-scented laundry is sandwiched inbetween discomfiting scenes, which adds to the stark contrast between what brings comfort and discomfort to this child, and how this repeats day after day without an end.
Thank you for this sensuous write.
Your friend,
Louisa

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Dear Louisa, thank you for your beautiful review. All good wishes for you.

Chris
That should never be the way for a child's day to begin. My mother was 3 years old when WW2 come upon the land. And she had to constantly flee on foot with all the family while bombs and bullets were concurrent. Her 'job' was to lug around the previous night's emptied chamber pot.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

So sorry to hear what your mother had to endure as a child Frederick. That is heart breaking to hear.. read more
Red Brick Keshner

2 Years Ago

Thank you Chris.

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