Times Such As These. . .(do we not learn?)


Times Such As These. . .

I lock up the room
and pocket the last remnants
of words laying about

Fearful that pieces
of my heart may be found
scattered among them.
And why not?

Times such as these
leave us with little salve
to heal the open wounds
which once were hearts.

For whom do we weep?
The children whose siblings
will no longer come to the table
to convey with no doubt
the events which took their innocence?

Or the parents whose hearts
were transplanted when word came
that these unspent stars
were already breathing the rarified air
as heaven’s most blessed?

Look at us here.
pleading that our children
will be safe as they try to understand
what we in our dotage
have not learned.
To resort to arms

means death in any country.


3 responses to “Times Such As These. . .(do we not learn?)”

  1. Thank you Veronica! I particularly love today’s poem! The image of words lying around, in a heap possibly, and therefore not able to be used for….explanation or completion of a thought or because of their disarray, being inadequate to the situation, is powerful for me. Without words, how do we manage…anything?
    Hope you are doing ok; I much appreciate your steadfastness!
    Love, Pat

  2. email from Suzanne. . .Well said, Veronica. My heart is heavy.

    Sent from my iPhone

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