Poem for August 6th

By adam

Fri, 14 Aug 2015
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Open skies are deceptive,

Their bland innocence hides

The falling speck; becoming

A scar decades raw.

 

Under the same sky

A new world slumbers,

Blooms,fearful in their

symmetry

Dance in the breeze,

 

Flames too are symmetrical,

Dance and are ever

Egalitarian in their cruelty,

 

Great thinkers will say,

Here man became

Moloch;

Others dilute their brilliance

explaining

The madness of nations.

 

Innocent and guilty alike

Sleep on; ignorant,

As a word darkened by

wonders

Howls its birth agonies

 

August 2015

 

 

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by Bee on

Deeper than first meets the eye a flames, cruelty, Moloch...  The August sky somehow connects all the events beneath.

i wonder if rather than 'A new world slumbers, Blooms,fearful in their symmetry...' It could be - New worlds slumber... , as you have 'in their symmetry... ' and what follows seems to apply to the plural. 

Interesting and fitting poem. 

Bee