No More Fairy Tales, XXXII
silhouetted
against the smoky forest
far away yet near ...
the Premier's mouth opens, closes
opens before cameras
FYI: This tanka could be read as a prequel to the following haiku
No More Fairy Tales, VI
tongues of forest fires
there's no Plan[et] B, the rest
blah, blah, blah ...
Added: Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words, LXXXIX: "smeared sun"
anything new
under Gaza's smeared sun?
smoky rubble
beyond smoky rubble, and yet
again smoky rubble
FYI: Ls 1&2 make a tragically sarcastic allusion to the following Bible verse:
Ecclesiastes 1:9
What has been will be again,
what has been done will be done again;
there is nothing new under the sun.
And this tanka could be read as a sequel to my tanka prose below:
it’s peaceful now
M-16 rifles are blooming, 2000-pound bombs singing, and Merkava tanks sweeping the streets.
Gaza is cleaner than ever, clean of blood-covered children. Yet, somewhere among the rubble the only moving thing is a boy’s eyes that look up to Heaven.
a mural
on the separation wall
of the West Bank:
in midair a girl grasps
a bunch of rainbow balloons
For more poems about the use of sarcasm, see To the Lighthouse: A Rhetorical Device, Sarcasm
Added: Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words, XC:
Just to be alive on this fresh morning
almost, with eyes closed
to this shrapnel-filled world ...
a Gazan newborn
|
a settler aims his gun | a child throws his rock
|
Death to Jews
spray-painted over Death to Arabs ...
heat of Sheikh Jarrah's wall
FYI: Reuters, May 10, 2021: East Jerusalem’s Sheikh Jarrah becomes emblem of Palestinian struggle
