The nameless child

Photo: George Hodan, “Sad Boy”
The bomb that fell flattened his world,
And drew corridors of fire
That led everywhere and nowhere,
Toward a future that kept hanging.
The tearless silence was floating,
Dressed with silk black cap,
As faith was rewriting the lists
For new havens.
His eyes were closed, but it was bright inside,
He remembered the taste of chocolate
And how he ran up and down the hills
Over the desert.
He will soon hear the others,
Crawling like him, on their canes of hope,
Their skills got sharper every time.
He’ll join them in the quest for
Their food for tomorrow:
Wild mushrooms and rabbits.
Sometimes they will go by the airfield,
Wondering loud where the storks were,
And why was their place taken by uniformed men.
He felt his body burning,
Heard shouting, faint, then rising,
He smelled his father pomade and felt the clutching of his arms.
He was tired of running in a race that had no stopwatch,
Besides he already won,
Of all the things, this war has never been able to embargo his dreams.
This is a poem I have written few years ago. Like everything I write( like everything that we writers write), there is a story behind it. Back then I was doing field work in Jordan about war refugees, and I was spending time listening to Syrian war refugees recounting their stories. Some of them had their children around when I was taking their interview. I was struck, I knew war from far away but this was a first account, as close as I could get. I would finish the interviews, and then I’d go transcribe and I would feel these people, and their pain even more than I didn’t before. Their faces would come to mind. This poem is about one of those faces.
Click here for the link in its publication in The Scarlet Leaf Review.
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Really wonderful👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
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Congratulations Andrada. Really beautiful ❤️
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Thank you!
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Thank you G❤️
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My pleasure 🌹
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Always welcome Andrada
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This is very touching.
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Betul🌸
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Beautifully penned!!
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Thank you Diana
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Really good!
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Thank you
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Welcome
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Beautifully done! Such a great poetic story of hope and resilience.
This is a great line…
Crawling like him, on their canes of hope,
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Thank you Dwight !!
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You are welcome!
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Beautifully penned! Congratulations!
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Thank you !
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Powerful poetry and words shared by a talented writer.
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In the nineties for President Clinton. I volunteered to go Bosnia and three time to Africa for food, water and medicine missions. It taught me the strength of the human spirit. I saw terrible things and good things. I learn. My life wasn’t so hard. I wish we would learn. Don’t need walls of separations, we need offers of friendship and safe place for the people who had lost everything. Thank you dear Andrada for sharing the needed and powerful words.
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Thank you John! I have learned the same way, by being among people who lost everything. These were hard lessons! I hope that in the future people would stop fanning themselves with folded newspapers and instead would go see, go experience life…..and then extend a hand to those in need….
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Me too dear Andrada. President Clinton open doors to new friendship. He send us soldiers to help and try to save life. I wish we gave food, water and medicine to countries in need. Not guns. Us, who want peace for our children and all the children. Must gather as one. Have some fun and stay safe my friend.
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You too 🌸
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Reblogged this on About the Jez of It.
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Beautifully written.
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Thank you!
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Omg ! I just saw the YouTube you sent me !!❤️❤️
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I hope you don’t mind I feel it’s so relivant to your poem. James Blunt was a serving soldier and served in Boznia. He writes from knowledge. Here is song he wrote about his time in Bosnia. Not all his song are about war obviously.
So many children. 💜💜
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Thank you 🌸
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