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The sky has never been so blue
by Paganini Jones
She, building towers all morning
sees them felled
in one loud trajectory
of a chipped toy biplane,
heritage of another generation.
Horrid Henry again.
She, hurling insults
and bricks,
he, protesting his right,
demanding his plane
both given time out
and an early night.
Can a broken world
be thus mended?
As we stood silent
in the stilled mill,
looms stopped,
and no sirens.
We remembered, wept.
Weavers and warehouse,
back office and sales
post boy and cleaner
director and all
We promised and wept.
Can a broken world
be thus mended?
(2011-09-11)
09/12/2011 Author's Note:
Posted on 09/12/2011
Copyright © 2025 Paganini Jones
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/13/11 at 08:28 AM Nice approach to this. I like the child like, childish natures in the first two stanzas, with a legitimate following question. I especially like those first two lines. The personal aspect of the last two main stanzas give this life. |
| Posted by Johnny Crimson on 09/13/11 at 08:29 AM Wonderful. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 09/13/11 at 09:46 AM Absolutely, positively, wonderful |
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