POEM: Syria

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By Saturday, Apr 8 Arts & Entertainment  1 Comment

Editor’s Note: In view of Tuesday’s horrific nerve agent attack on civilians in Idib Province and in view of Friday’s missile attack on Syria, we are republishing John Lawson’s poem that we posted in December about the Syrian conflict.

Syria

dangling like a wire coat hanger

silence fidgets in a borrowed room

the composition of headlights refract

across checkered pastel walls

 

rows of empty bottles and duct tape

cast shadows resembling cracked angels

painted over a Modigliani masterpiece

 

time gnaws within

 

a few hours before

these tourists arrived to escape

the compulsion of semi-precious convictions

now bound and speechless

with all imagination lost

they crouch like painted paper dolls

blood lacking painted smiles

 

time gnaws within

 

fleeting moments build

as masked hoods flip through the channels

to stare in oblivion at their lack of news

sunk in contemplation

out of borrowing more time

with sweaty brows stumbling along unlit corridors

 

on a phone

fingernails rap in tweeting annoyance

a slow and deliberate anger exposed

ready to explode in a strange dusty world

unable to understand negative vibrations

create turbulence within itching bones

 

time gnaws within

gunshots to the head

moribund reminders to confuse

crossword puzzles and scratch offs

 

debates wither into self-absorbed likes

as dignity dangles like a wire coat hanger

lodged between innocent eyes

missing the return ticket

on an empty coat rack

 


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  1. Ellen Murtag h says:

    The Edge is such an inspirational gift for me every morning .
    Thank you . Please, please keep presenting it.

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