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The loose shadow of despair
hangs from torn rafters
bursting with vines
and the wrath of fallen gun shells.

Light strains to whisper
through the window’s thin chords
of bamboo --
its tongue blood-stained with dawn
and the pain of miscarriage.

A business once born
was suddenly lost
in the last, star-lit spasms of night,
and dignity’s veil
ripped from the serene countenance
of trade.

Only birds hear the rasp,
of burnt wood blistering
into splinters as a slow sea-wind
moves through the shop.

Chaos breathes and dust rises
in the womanly shape of a refugee.
Her look haunts every corner
imploring the battered ruin
to sanctify her grief;

but gone are earthen jugs
to store her tears
and impearled strings of clove
to pass as worry beads
between her hands.

She is robbed of solace
while others collect rags of gossip
in the streets.

They ravage threads of rumor
and weave of a rug of lies to persist
among the stripped cedars
of Lebanon

Time burns quietly
in the sun’s lamp of dented brass
and another day is sold
into war’s antiquity.


note -- This is a poem dating back to the 1980's when I saw a picture of a bombed out shop in Beirut. It was a compelling AP wired photograph featured in our local newspaper. Though, I have changed it several times over the years, somehow now it seems quite timely.



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The following comments are for "Afterlife of a Shop"
by gwendrina

Rubble
I found this poem to be very moving - an excellent piece of writing. The only glitch for me is the line, "and weave of a rug of lies to persist" - is there a typo in this line, because it seems very awkward?

I think this poem is timeless as it pertains to war. Pick a time, pick a place, anywhere in the world, and this poem would still be timely.

( Posted by: gomarsoap [Member] On: September 6, 2006 )

Afterlife of a Shop
can only agree with Gomar, tragically timeless. But beautifully, sadly evocative and rich with images. has such a haunting/haunted quality to it. wonderful.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: September 6, 2006 )

Shop
but gone are earthen jugs
to store her tears
and impearled strings of clove
to pass as worry beads
between her hands.

She is robbed of solace
while others collect rags of gossip
in the streets.

I can only echo sentiments here. Articulate, thought provoking, applicable to all times and wars. I enjoyed this very much.

( Posted by: chinadoll [Member] On: September 6, 2006 )

Thankyou!
Dear Gomarsoap, Chinadoll, Auldmisery and Lucie,

Thank you all so much for reading and commenting on this poem. I really appreciate your suggestions, impressions and thoughts on this piece. Unfortunately, war is timeless and no matter what century we're taling about, its devastation and strain on humanity is always tragic and fatal.

my best to all
Wendy

( Posted by: gwendrina [Member] On: September 8, 2006 )





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