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a birthday party
a birthday present
a blue bicycle
for a beautiful girl
a beautiful family
a beautiful life
in a beautiful place
just before the outbreak of war
war changed everything
war changed everyone
death mayhem destruction
tore it all apart
shattered everything
three generations later
the consequences
are still felt and remembered
yet
we never
ever
ever
learn
Midweek Motif ...Poets United
So shockingly and disgracefully true. (but the time is coming)
ReplyDeleteThe blue bicycle is a compelling image for normalcy, forever and endlessly perverted. Sigh. Powerful allusion.
ReplyDeleteSay that again, we never ever learn. Beautiful and deep write!
ReplyDeleteNo, we don't learn. But there will, I hope, always be blue bicycles.
ReplyDelete... and yet children still ride bicycles and dream their dreams. Somehow, this old world survives the idiocy of men who would make war.
ReplyDeleteWe certainly don't learn, do we.
ReplyDeleteI am sure the ordinary man and woman in the street learn but there are others that see us merely as cannon fodder.
ReplyDeleteA fantastic poem! Beautiful photos, which send the mind back in reverie....then comes the war....and the true fact that we never ever learn. Sigh. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteWars, too, cycle around.
ReplyDeletePerhaps those who learn are writing up a storm
ReplyDeleteSigh! Echoes of the wars still reverberate...- fantastic, Rall!!
ReplyDeleteAn ugly, thoughtless intrusion to an innocent pastime.
ReplyDeleteAfter reading Sherry's poem I almost said the same thing. It's funny how I read yours next after Sherry's. What I said to her I'll say here; for being an intelligent race capable of doing so much good we are a disgusting people who would rather kill than think something through, or hurt someone else so we don't hurt ourselves, or take the food to eat while the next person starves. I don't know what's wrong with us?
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