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Fallujah

by David R Spellman

 
The bombing glowed an incandescent green
upon the phosphorescent night-vision scene
while explosions rocked me in my chair
I sat and watched the war from there
 
And as emerald fires grew and spread
the noise of war drummed in my head
while through the smoke hung in the air
came haunting sounds of the call to prayer
 
 
 

04/27/2004

Posted on 04/27/2004
Copyright © 2024 David R Spellman

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jon-Jacob F Deal on 04/27/04 at 11:25 PM

I saw that footage on the evening news this morning. I liked this poem, I think it summed up the whole scene very well.

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 04/28/04 at 01:34 AM

Kudos on this one Dave. Well done....Charlie

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/28/04 at 01:54 AM

Haunting is the right word! Yet, in the worst of life what better call than to that of prayer? What is so tragic is that there are those who claim to be spiritual leaders who are calling for prayer on one hand and calling for death to their own people (as well as American troops) on the other. Makes no sense. But evil guised as good doesn't make sense.

Posted by Graeme Fielden on 04/29/04 at 12:20 AM

Cool poem Dave...but how can you carry a cross in one hand and a machine gun in another? War makes no sense within any ideaology...Are the Crusades returning?...middle age ideology with modern weapons...sad times in which we live...

Posted by JD Clay on 04/29/04 at 12:27 PM

This is one of those poems that says a lot without really saying alot. It speaks beyond the words themselves. The only problem is (if there is one) are enough people listening, truly listening. Not necessarily to this poem alone, but to the drumming of their own heart. Thanks for stirring me up this morning Dave, I needed that. Pe4ce...

Posted by Ashok Sharda on 04/29/04 at 03:12 PM

The paradox is so evident. I wonder if the CROWD is capable of ever SEEING this paradox.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/29/04 at 04:53 PM

Quite rich in its emotional current-cy David. Kudos on aptly capturing a terrible situation.

Posted by Mara Meade on 04/30/04 at 01:04 PM

You captured the absolute irony of it all. GREAT observation.

Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 05/12/04 at 03:47 AM

very profound... very real... very very good... blessings...

Posted by Mike Loftis on 09/01/04 at 02:50 AM

Outstanding!! Great events in history have encouraged art and your poem here is an example.

Posted by Brett Shane on 09/01/04 at 06:23 AM

excellent read... i appreciated this one... brought back some of my own images and memories to me.

Posted by Rula Shin on 09/01/04 at 03:53 PM

As Ashok said, this poem definitely expresses the paradox, that is, the oxymoronic theory/act of ‘religious war’…what a magnificent piece you have here, and I must also echo Darren’s sentiments that you have transcended any ‘side’ of this issue and pulled the reader straight to the heart of the conflict, that is, the depressing cloak of war that overshadows any notion of ‘good intention’. Great job!

Posted by Amy Wustrin on 09/02/04 at 03:34 AM

the last two lines are my favorite. well done.

Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/04/04 at 12:30 PM

My views on the war set aside, this scene is powerful. The call to prayer lingering in the air after the bombs of war is... haunting. Makes you wonder about a lot of political stuff that shouldn't be posted in this comment field. Thank you so much for posting this exquisite verse.

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 09/09/04 at 06:03 PM

Amazing to me that the two events can exist in the same space. Very well described.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/09/04 at 11:35 AM

As I read this again I am reminded that we need to pray for peace and for those who are fighting this war for liberty from an oppressive regime and a destructive fanatical belief system.

Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 01/29/05 at 12:14 AM

Great contrast and timing in this....powerful!

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