‘The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;’ -W.B.Yeats
Remembering We
she’s bleeding out in back-wood hollows
where stone monuments honor fools
raging from coal soot nostrils
pale faced freedom fighters
who stand for anthems
and love Jesus
on Sundays
yet fear
death
but
slowly
they come forth,
silenced voices
like seed pods bursting,
innocence reborn to
overwhelm the bloody mess
and hope’s pursuit of happiness,
people who remember they are we
~kat
A Nonet/Reverse Nonet* For Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats – Day Eight Challenge inspired by the verse above from the poem ‘The Second Coming’ by W.B. Yeats.
*A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables, etc… until line nine finishes with one syllable.
November 8th, 2017 at 11:28 am
I like this, and the way the form seems to reverse the tide of the thought. The day we all become the same ‘we’ is the day all war and violence will stop.
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November 8th, 2017 at 12:16 pm
I hope I live to see that day…❤️
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November 8th, 2017 at 12:24 pm
So do I 🙂
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November 8th, 2017 at 1:14 pm
Brava.. 🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
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November 8th, 2017 at 1:28 pm
Thanks Dorna
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November 8th, 2017 at 8:51 pm
Wow!
We can always hope to see that day when we are all same.
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November 8th, 2017 at 9:54 pm
Yes. I hope with you!
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