A Name For A Numberby ~saraikristiA soldier was killed in Iraq. These words have become a part of the rhythm of our day- one, three, eight, nine. The number is said, then forgotten. But now Sean is in Iraq. I have a name, A name that may belong to a number. A soldier was killed in Iraq. Was it Sean? It couldn't be him of course not it couldn't ever be not him. But was it? |
| Literature / Poetry / Sociopolitical / Free Verse | ©2005-2012 ~saraikristi |
Don't They See It? Little white flakes drift in the breeze.Don't They See It? by ~saraikristi
Don't they feel it? Don't they see it?
A white sheet blankets the earth.
Don't they feel it? Don't they see it?
All is quiet, stilled by the snow.
Don't they feel it? Don't they see it?
Peace is in the air.
Don't they feel it?
Don't they see it?
Peace Peace.Peace by ~saraikristi
What is the answer?
Wishes whirl inside of me,
reality snaps back.
What happened to the old days,
Blissfully unaware,
trusting in fairy tales,
having black and white vision,
good always winning?
I'm smothered now,
Surrounded, drowning,
suffocated by news
I don't want to know.
Hide me, hide me, it's too much.
Too many many questions
Impossible naive hopes
Unwanted evil answers,
Circling, all circling
In the vast unending gray.
I try to keep my hopes up
But they're smashed
each day
by another headline
newsflash
war report.
And I think I can't stand it
For another minute
It all has to stop
to go away to disapp
Hometown Heroes If I were a hometown hero, I'd be:Hometown Heroes by ~saraikristi
The missing soldier no one noticed was gone.
The grieving mother whose tears no one saw.
The selfless officer that no one thanked.
The orphaned child no one ever embraced.
If I were a hometown hero, I'd be:
I'd be him
I'd be her
I'd be you
I'd be we.
Cricket Part 1 CursesCricket Part 1 by ~saraikristi
Curse you for saying his name
Curse you for saying he said so
Curse you for having no reason to lie
Curse you for making me think.
I wanted to love
before I was loved
this time.
Too late for that now.
I critique my feelings
before they're allowed to be felt
only feeling what my thoughts
deem "politically correct."
I don't know if I'm in love or crush or like
Or if I've just wished myself
wherever it is that I am.
Curse you
Curse you
Curse you
Curse you for saying his name.
Cricket Part 2 MystifiedCricket Part 2 by ~saraikristi
Someone said he said
He liked me.
I said I didn't believe it
Really I wasn't sure.
Out of the corner of my eye
I thought I caught him
looking at me.
He sat next to me and put his arm around me
Fingers dancing around my hip
Not enough to be forward
Just enough to know they're there.
He tickled me
And when I grabbed his hands
To make him stop
He laced his fingers through mine.
When we were quiet
I sensed he was watching me
Mystified.
I believe it
I'm just not sure
What I say.
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