A thousand years of drought

Thunder rumbles like distant gun fire,

The echoes of endless battle.

The statues all have swords,

Huzzahs not to sacrifices, but to campaigns for glory forgotten.

Let the metal rust and the stone melt.

Remember the faces and tears,

Not the cries, nor the gloating words of conflict.

Let love be as fierce as war.

 

Dry rivers mark deserts, hunger descends to hollow eyes;

Cries of pain can not penetrate the smiling evil of power.

Dry bones nestled in soft sand for others to find,

The poetry of need crushed by the metal wall of self.

 

A broken heart sighs behind a smiling face.

What splinters of your dreams are mine?

An old woman’s shaky letters cry for life and love,

Words full of times and weariness, rest that has not come.

 

Hate is easy, blame easier still;

And easier yet it is to let the past poison.

 

Pray the rains come and dissolve the walls

And tears soften to forgiveness.

Pray that soft words balm the wound that festers still.

Pray the sunlight cracks the hardness.

Pray that silence stirs to sound, that stasis turns to motion.

Pray we step from the porch hands held, voices raised

Love aroused to wake the gray day,

And to end a thousand years of drought.

 

About michaelstephendaigle

I have been writing most of my life. I have written at least three complete novels, have three others started and on my website michaelstephendaigle.com is the draft chapter of the latest effort,"The Swamps of Jersey."
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2 Responses to A thousand years of drought

  1. Dee says:

    This is a great line: Let love be as fierce as war.
    And I’ve sent out a few of those shaky letters myself lately.

    • thanks. hat was a line about my step mother who at 92 has outlived 3 husbands, two children and several brother and cousins.. A couple of years ago her daughter moved back to Maine to begin to settle her affairs so she could take her mother to Florida. I think Brenda saw firsthand what I had seen in letters; Virginia was drinking too much and was periodically suicidal. Loneliness is a killer. Your second line is troubling. I hope you are well.

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