deepundergroundpoetry.com
The Color of Someday
It is the color of clothes aghast,
of veiled mothers with frozen mouths
thumping chests with eyes to deaf sky.
A mile away, the angry jew waves
his hand with the flourish of humph,
and children on a beach vanish
Here bullets shred, a father carries
the body of his child in a bag
normally for frozen tenderloin
How many springs of this color still
lie quiet? It blooms, from fathers to sons
to many, the color of reckoning.
of veiled mothers with frozen mouths
thumping chests with eyes to deaf sky.
A mile away, the angry jew waves
his hand with the flourish of humph,
and children on a beach vanish
Here bullets shred, a father carries
the body of his child in a bag
normally for frozen tenderloin
How many springs of this color still
lie quiet? It blooms, from fathers to sons
to many, the color of reckoning.
Published 15th May 2021
| Edited 24th Oct 2023
Author's Note
The Poem is based on events in Gaza in 2014.
"A group of children go to the sea, escaping the bombs. They swim and play, mindless of Israeli warships off shore. Missiles hit them. Four die."
- Mohammed Sulaiman@GazaSubaltern
"Today I saw a picture of a weeping Palestinian man holding a plastic bag of meat. It was his son. He’d been shredded by an Israeli missile attack – apparently using their fab new weapon, flechette bombs – hundreds of small steel darts packed around explosive which tear the flesh off humans. He was 4 years old."
- Brian Eno speaking at the National Demonstration for Gaza
"A group of children go to the sea, escaping the bombs. They swim and play, mindless of Israeli warships off shore. Missiles hit them. Four die."
- Mohammed Sulaiman@GazaSubaltern
"Today I saw a picture of a weeping Palestinian man holding a plastic bag of meat. It was his son. He’d been shredded by an Israeli missile attack – apparently using their fab new weapon, flechette bombs – hundreds of small steel darts packed around explosive which tear the flesh off humans. He was 4 years old."
- Brian Eno speaking at the National Demonstration for Gaza
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 5
reading list entries 4
comments 7
reads 498
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
15th May 2021 10:22am
15th May 2021 7:06pm
My heart bleeds for Gaza. I have always held a deep compassion for what Palestinians have had to endure since being forced from their homes onto that little strip of land. I have Jewish heritage, but wrong is wrong. And, I have Native American heritage, and what was done to the tribes here was done unto Palestine as well. And none of it, NONE of it, makes sense.
15th May 2021 8:17pm
This is a topic that pains me. All those children. Being unable to help them other than express our thoughts in words and art.
16th May 2021 7:53am
Your poems always move me in such strong and poignant ways....
Ty for sharing, my friend
🌹
Ty for sharing, my friend
🌹
16th May 2021 8:00am
30th Jan 2023 11:39pm
Now I engage in a kind of archeological dig, down layer after layer of poems which cry, bleed, and so often say as much about you as the subjects you describe.
Throwing dust into the air.
Throwing dust into the air.
