Love Sonnet VII

....political side of a Nerudaesque sonnet

Love Sonnet Vll

 

 

I heard your song as it floated

on an April breeze and sounded

like an ancient earth melody filled

with watermelon seeds and olive trees.

 

Your song, like the shape of your mouth,

tasted of bitter sorrow, as fig trees

and human limbs lie broken on the ground,

soaked with the blood of genocide.

 

Arabic verses once held dreams of joy,

sweetened by milk and honey,

but now hold only tears,

 

as children wander through rubble

searching for food, lost parents,

a place to hide from drones.

 

Aztec Warrior/redzone 4.22.24

Author's Note

....thanks for reading
Note: Neruda often wrote about social inequalities in his sonnets and other forms. One of the reasons I appreciate his poetry.