hugging her pillow
the child trembles fearfully –
a raging storm
storms in the deserts
too many jinns are afreets
dressed up like men
Afghanistan
as a storm of bombs fall
hospital burns
three doctors killed in a flash
without hearing the thunder
fearful child trembles –
the raging storms of mankind
far from her bed
she only fears the thunder
echoing in the mountains
© G.s.k. ‘15
So perfectly written, Bastet — jinns and afreets, indeed. 😦
Was going to skip this prompt but I might reconsider now.
Brava —
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I think that “storm” is such a emotionally packed word … and so many meanings – I’m sure you could really rock us with some of your ku on the subject … I changed the line jinns and afreets to jinns are afreet … the jinn is an angel … 😉
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ah … I see 🙂
Oh yes. Plenty of fodder for the subject of “storms” these days. Yikes.
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I find just listening to the radio give me a lot of material! 🙂
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In the meantime … I’m back to bed with a tummy ache … ah – how I love the change of season …
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Oh no … I’m so sorry!
Here’s a hug with some peppermint tea …
Hope you feel better soon!!!!
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Thanks for the peppermint tea … the tummy has calmed down a bit …
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I’m so glad!
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This is very powerful and beautifully written… Great work.. one can only imagine from a distance..
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True … only from a distance …
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So poignant, Georgia, you make us see the storms of the world of all generations. Hope you feel better soon.
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My tummy has calmed down a bit … can’t imagine what the problem is though.
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Well, take good care of “you” as much as you do others 😉
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I wonder if you’re referencing the hospital attack that I read in the news…terrible tragedy. Hope you feel better–tummy issue–soon, xxoo
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Oh yes … I surely was … and it’s calmed down a bit thanks 🙂
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Glad you’re feeling better 🙂
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Impactful….just a few words can tell so much, Bastet! Wow!
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Thanks very much Panchali!
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Powerful and so well packed. 🙂
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Thanks Celestine 🙂
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power packed 🙂
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Thanks Archana …
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That storm of bombs on a hospital makes me so angry! All this senseless killing needs to stop. Now.
After the Dust Storm
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I agree .. it’s really so senselessly terrible.
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The first tanka actually gave me chills. Very nice writing in all but that one – wow!
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Thanks Greg for reading … it gave me the chills to.
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Such a provoking scene. Very moving!
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Make that provocative! 😛
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Hmmm … I think I know what you mean Daniel … with moving I’m sure you didn’t mean irritating or annoying .. but yes, the first tanka in particular wanted to “provocare” that is cause reflection … and maybe some anger too.
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Yes, you got what I meant. And you succeeded in bringing about the response you intended when writing. At least in me.
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Thanks … I feel most people were moved.
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Such poignant reminders of aftermath of terror
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And such tragedy …
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so so strongly portrayed……i am speechless…..my take here….http://istoppedtosmellarose.blogspot.com/2015/10/birth-of-storm.html
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The world is a fire storm….the bad news never ends. I’m glad you mentioned the hospital bombing….Terrible tragedy. Will now go and make a nice cup of Twinings tea.Busy months for poets. Thanks for your continuing support.
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Another example of senseless tragedy … and the Americans had been warn the day before I heard that bombs had come very close to the hospital. I thank you for your support as well dear lady … Twinings huh, seems to be a good idea … I’ll go for Gunpowder Green 😉
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It saddens me so much ! All these violence all over the world .
You have expressed the grotesque scene of violence in such a poignant way through the feelings of a child ! Stormy days indeed .
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I know what you mean .. it’s really a terrible time we’re living in … children from time immemorial have been afraid of thunder … it’s only since the 1900s that we find that their fear was based perhaps on a collective premonition of bombs falling from the sky.
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That’s really informative . thanks !!!
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You’re welcome!
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Nice contrast.. it’s beyond me to speak about human induced catastrophes, i’m just too cinical for that: but the child who hugs her pillow while bombs kill other inocents is evocative.. moves the mind to questions and i’ve got a thing for questions..
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Well .. it’s hard to really understand human induced catastrophes … the image came to mind while I was writing the poem actually and so I wrote them in the order the images came … I’d just heard the evening before about the bombs falling on the hospital of “Medici Senza Frontiere” and we had a thunder storm here …
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powerful haiku and image. I love djinns and ifrits. But what a tragedy!
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Yes … so much tragedy Cybele … djinns and ifrits as fantasy characters are way cool … I agree.
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