Any War, Every War
affects
the heart and mind–
bodies weak, spirits dark
waiting for illumination,
succor
within
the downtrodden,
aided by the helpers–
they fight their own weariness, yet
they smile,
offer
hope like beacons–
fog lights glowing through murk,
beams cutting through storms, resisting
always
with deeds
as well as words
carried in their hearts–peace,
justice, truth, freedom–and then, hope
rising
rising
sun, moon, and stars
shoot through the sky, falling
in brilliant clouds, surrounding us
with light
and so,
we look again,
up to the sky, seeking
beauty, if not hope, shooting light
at us.
For Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday using the theme I chose, this quotation from The Merchant of Venice:
“How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.”― William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
This is a cinquain sequence where each stanza can stand alone, but also connects to form one poem. I’ve used the syllable/line form of a Crapsey Cinquain, though I don’t think the meter is right.