Ancient hope delivered
on the wings of a dove
Witnessed from the
deck of a wooden boat

Forgotten in the tramp
of boots in battle through
mud and snow – past
bodies of comrades

Snagged on long strips
of barbed wire that
imprisioned millions

Hidden in long tunnels
under wet green jungles
where teens fought teens

Lost among the clouds
behind the whine of engines
flying with heavy payloads

Ancient hope in the sky
ignored by humankind

© Candace Kubinec

 

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it was a dark and gloomy night
a night that didn’t feel quite right

the moon was snoring, still in bed
with cloudy blankets o’re his head

the stars were nowhere to be found
no giggling, no fooling ’round

i couldn’t sleep it was so black
i crept downstairs to find a snack

the cat was curled up on my chair
i took my plate back up the stairs

climbed into bed with pen and pad
to chronicle the night i’d had

my mind went blank no single word
flowed from my pen, this was absurd

it seems my muse had left my side
to snuggle with the moon, outside

i was the only one awake
with pen and pad, and tea and cake

it was a dark and gloomy night
a night i couldn’t even write