Poem -
Sweet child
Let it melt the ice,
liquify the moments
to water in flow of child…
Do I need?
Yes, smoke by mugwort
to restock what was lost to me.
Time turns
limitless, affluent,
still always, ever,
ending untimely.
Nomore trenches,
nomore landmines.
Here I sit in awe,
making moments last
a lifetime –
Still air over deep blue lake,
so the mountains can finally see
how beautiful they are;
silence of birds in the forest,
their songs the birth of myth.
I cast a line and catch fragrance
of roasted nuts (I was eight years old),
still priceless, a survivor
despite the darkness.
Nomore landmines,
nomore trenches,
nomore wasteland:
you have come home,
sweet child,
just in time…
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Comments
The war within and the wars out there cause a devastation.
Some go home and some never do. This child made it. Powerful
write, John.
Bernadete
Thank you, this child needs this. Too many events messing up childhood caused me to freeze in "trenches behind minefields". My wife did a good job getting us out of this (she had her parents...). It is still a hard fight at times, but yes, I am much more alive now. After writing this I had a better understanding of Deep Purple's "Sweet child in time" - there is a great deal of overlap🤣
Wow, so powerful, and the photo I presume is you? What a magnificent slice of emotion. Your first stanza makes me ache, wonderful. 🌹
Thank you, yes, it is me at the age of five, roughly. It is the way I grew up with two warring parents both stuck in WWII trauma (and then I go and marry somebody whose father is Jewish abd mother spent the war in a Japanese concentration camp in Indonesia...). Since the death of my parents in 2014 and 2016 I have been able to free myself more and more, hence the "nomore trenches, nomore landmines" - my wife can walk less carefully nowadays... This is as much about here as about me😎
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Let the flood gates open my friend, yes in some ways it's easier to let go and share once you know your audience too. Life is indeed filled with potholes and strife and happiness and thunder rain and earthquakes but we get to feel it and we get to understand it. A beautiful boy and a beautiful soul. 🌹
Beautiful words about the continual struggle we face to find ourselves John... if we ever do. You look like a cheeky monkey to me... cute photo x
Thank you for the cute on the photo, all I see is fearful kid I remember to have been - encouraging😊. Today I continued the search and founder some more answers that change the pov in a more positive way, less drama and more realistic. Nice coincidence with your kind words... Another minefield gone🤔🤣😎