“Ukrainian Figurines” by Kirill Shevchenko (Groder)
Image by Кирилл Шевченко from Pixabay
As winter blankets cover us,
we huddled ones without a home,
your thoughts and prayers are not enough.
As winter’s blanket covers us
our bodies wane, our souls are scuffed.
How long will we be forced to roam
as winter blankets cover us,
we huddled ones without a home?
As I looked out on the falling snow today, it made me think of those left homeless in Ukraine, huddled in shelters or wandering without a warm place to put their heads at night. I think of the children, shuffling through in a daze, wrapped in threadbare blankets. Why must the innocent children suffer?
Colleen is the host of Tanka Tuesday. Colleen says:
This challenge explores Ekphrastic poetry, inspired by visual art or photographs. David provided the photo for this month’s challenge:
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What an interesting image you’ve chosen here. I like the variety of facial expressions. 🤓
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Gia, not my choice of image, David chose it as a prompt for us all to write to.
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It’s a great prompt in that case.
Also, are you saying you don’t like the image? 😳😁
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Oh I like the image, just wanted credit to go where credit is due. Thanks, Gia.
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Beautiful poem and reflection. ❤️
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Thank you very much, Gwen.
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A longer colder winter than usual for all. Way too much suffering. (K)
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Heartbreaking
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I know! I think of those little war children in the freezing cold and no homes 😦
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So tragic
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Such a heartbreaking poem. Beautiful take on the prompt
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Shweta, thank you very much.
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You’re most welcome ☺️
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This war in Ukraine is insane. I really didn’t think we would witness something like this in Europe in the 21st century!
The thought of winter here isn’t very attractive. It’s also gotten a lot cooler in my neck of the woods, especially at night. That said, we haven’t had snow yet, but it’s only a matter of time!
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Yes, and yes. I’m glad no snow in your area yet. At least the sun is shining today and making the snow look pretty 🙂
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The war makes no sense at all… I usually wish no ill will on anyone but in this case I do.
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It’s the senseless deadly fantasy of a madman, you’re right 😦
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I hope the people around the maniac will get brave one day.
Off topic…George song coming tomorrow.
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I hope so also. Oooh!
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Oh one more thing… you are the only person I would say this to because I figure you would get a kick out of it. From what Chris O’Dell said…George smelled like Sandlewood…his house and him was always sandlewood….even when he was at Apple.
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Good to have wonderful sandlewood association with him. I bet he burned that kind of incense…
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Yes he did that also…this book made me more of a fan…of all of them really but especially George.
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*sad*
well done, Lisa
~David
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Thanks, David.
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*still sad* 😦
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There are many places where saddness isn’t recognize – far away, and unfortunately also near…
Well done.
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I had some of the same thoughts, Lisa. Most of the people have no electricity… no water, heat, or clean clothes. I can even imagine if Americans had to live like this. It breaks my heart how these people suffer. 💔
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Thanks, Colleen.
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