City of Lost Souls
The vanilla sky masked a sun
desperate to break through
Dreariness hung in the air
like a wet blanket on hopes
never to materialize
Remains of life lived
lay in derelict piles of rubble
Dreams and memories scattered
Never to be retrieved
The city, a heart without a beat
Ghosts of the brave
wandering empty streets
Searching for lost souls
stolen from broken bodies
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Lynda Lee Lyberg is hosting D’Verse Poets tonight tonight and has prompted us with first lines of a novel. There were twelve to choose from. My pick was:
The winter sun, poor ghost of itself, hung milky and wan behind layers of cloud above the huddled roofs of the town.’- Thomas Mann, Tonio Kroger, Penguin, 1955
Splendid lines ❤🌹
Thanks so much ☺️💕
That winter sun is a poor consoler for the world today
Yes. How can you ever make up for those losses? Incredibly sad
Such a bleak scenario! Sad and haunting, Christine.
It is bleak for so many. Thanks Punam 😢
Indeed. You are welcome.
Forever haunting indeed. Powerful and moving imagery, Christine.
Thanks Merrill. War is ugly 😢
You’re welcome. Indeed it is.
Oh so powerful Christine
Thank you my friend 😦💕
You’re welcome ☺️
A great poem of sadness and haunting as this war drags on and more souls are lost!
Thanks Dwight. Yes, so sad ☺️💕
My heart goes out to those weary displaced travelers.
Me too Lisa. The Ukrainians have been so strong. 💕
………………hard even to make a comment……one of the very best, but also most important poems I have read…
Thank you Ain. I do hope you are safe ☺️☮️
The grief that never ends.
Seems that way doesn’t it 😢
There is immense sadness in your words Christine.
Thanks Linda. These were wonderful prompts tonight. Thank you! ☺️💕
Powerful and sadly haunting Christine ..
Ivor, thank you. This was a wonderful timely version of Cohen’s Hallelujah ☺️💕
Yes it’s very recent version,… I found last week
A lucky find 💕