helicopters force vibrations of fear in the village below their blades a thundering herd in the sky the prayer words of children resonate within the chambers of their young minds if i should die before i wake the quake of blades calls out you could die you could die long before before you wake
Wow. What a powerful and haunting poem. You are an excellent writer.
Before I share my impressions of this poem, I would like to let you know that you have a great voice, It is a treat to hear you recite. I wish I could too recite with such an intensity and vigor.
The poem has a striking imagery. I particularly love the way it closes. Thanks for sharing! Keep up the good work!
I like the way you play with the word “herd” in these lines: “a thundering herd
in the sky”. For once, I thought, it is a spelling typo, and then it dawned on me… perfect!
my parents were kids during world war second and sometimes they told us about the horror – not often though..neither of them liked to look back..
Wow, this one is ominous. Love what you did to the image, as well! Totally LOVE it!
very powerful, Charles
To see or head a machine in flight should be a delight for a child, not a horror – well said, Charles
This poem has such atmosphere and the short sentences adds to the effect – can feel the vibrations of the rotablades – very chilling.
their blades / a thundering herd / in the sky: this is brilliant!
I believe it must be very much like that for any war torn nation.
this is a very, very scary reality. its a shame but it is real. we human beings should be mending our ways.
This poem grabbed me right off and squeezed my arm tighter as I kept reading — especially those last lines of repeating “you could die” — another great poem.
very powerful, my friend.