You are,
Living on the top floor,
On a,
Bunk-bed,
In Finland,
In a cultured,
High-rise habitat,
With cool, kitchen kettles,
Where,
You are not visited except by cameras,
Or people taking your children away.
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evocative short poetry – words move
Your words resonated with me ~ Powerful last lines ~
very very brilliant.
Short piece though I feel the emotions. Superb style of writing.
Will be back to read more.
A stunning write. The ending so surprised me, left me with my mouth hanging wide open from the sadness of it all…..
Very powerful. k.
Wow! Well done with a wonderful ending.
Well said.
powerful, heart wrenching write.
Lovely read. I liked especially the economy of words used and the magnitude of the content. Perfect contrast. Keep writing.
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Thanks!
Dear K,
you can’t imagine how happy I am to have stumbled upon your blog. Your poetry is fantastic- pertaining to the issues of our times- and I frigging love that.
Poem On, sir!
Wow – what an emotionally packed picture this evokes! The ending stops you cold. Nicely done.
Kolembo, thanks for visiting my blog and OH MY GOD, this is a powerful piece, sad, I’m crying like the woman in the picture. I shall now have to subscribe to your blog. Just amazing writing, you have an enormous heart. We seem to have something in common: Being unafraid of taking on the tough stuff, no matter what the subject. Peace, Amy Barlow Liberatore
http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/06/19/two-wordles-recruited-and-day-38/
I am speechless. Kudos.
Kolembo, your talent is so important. It makes me so thankful to have found you.
Kenny, I’m so glad to be reading your work again…it is of such high caliber. In a quite brief poem you capture the heartbreak of this scene.
My dear Kenny – your poetry has not lost a thing. . .still as beautiful, still as moving and provocative as ever. Thank you so much for writing again! I have been reading our journal, but not commenting lately. I have been walking with you. . .I have been sort of sad, because I cannot believe that our 100 days are almost over. WHich way will we go? Will you turn one way and I another? Doubtless our paths will be different – they can’t help but be. I just hope that we will be parallel and close enough to shout out to one another on occasion!