The Day The Sun Shed Tears by Red Dragon (Bernz)

It was late in the afternoon
From a Friday's work when I got home
Worming my way through
People rushing like caterpillars
Hastily molding their cocoons

As I reached home I turned on the TV
Lighted up a stick of Marlboro
Through the window the sun is falling
Like a lover's lips slowly descends
On another sweet lips, excitedly waiting

My reverie was broken by a shout
Booming on the boob tube was a CNN woman
"Giant explosion rocks Kuwait City"
She shouted on her mouthpiece

On her background the thunder
Of the war scattered debris
Of walls and pillars from dwellings and workplaces

Pillars and walls that were once the silent witnesses to
: The orders for soups and wines,
Of the quicksteps of promenaders
Braving the rain just to dine
Whispers of secrets, the gossips of employees,
Playing children giggling with happiness,
The incessant sorrow
Of the lady upstairs whose lover
Left her for another girl,
To the stealthy footfalls during midnight
Avoiding to awake the sleeping child
The angry words fired by a mother
Whose priceless jar was broken
By her phone-addicted teenager,
The CD player's hissing
Of sleep notes from a violin
By the ambulance with sirens wailing
Rushing, a woman who is about to give birth
A man, a child, is wounded...deeply hurt
The winds of the night foreboding
Like a dog, sensing a ghost, howling

"A missile landed Saturday near the waterfront
in central Kuwait City shortly after midnight, causing
a huge explosion and unleashing
a large plume of smoke...."
The CNN lady went on....

Now all are Memories
Littered....shattered
To whom do they belong
Is it yours? Is it from me?

I bent down the TV and shut it up
Started smoking again
Took the coffee canister off the rack
And made me a cup...
Saw the radio and it I clicked
Turned the knob, from its
Wearing existence it hissed:
Sixpence None The Richer's revival
Of a cut from the album of Crowded House:
"There is freedom within, there is freedom without
Try to catch the deluge in a paper cup
There's a battle ahead, many battles are lost
But you'll never see the end of the road
while you're travelling with me
Hey now, hey now
Don't dream it's over...."

While the cigarette burns
And ashes are falling
Daylight is dying
From my window I saw it has begun
Looming on the late afternoon's sky
The crimson blood of the setting sun
This is the hour that has been foretold in years
The time when the Sun Sheds Tears....

LinzAy (64.12.96.70) -- Monday, March 31 2003, 11:46 am

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What a wonderful poem R.D......written so different, with, o, i don't know. I felt i was there, i could hear the woman on the tv, feel the thoughts, hear the song playing on the radio. You really brought this poem to life R.D.

Red Dragon (210.14.4.46) -- Monday, March 31 2003, 11:54 am

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I know LinZay...the news get so real that viewing it here in my country-Philippines-is so depressing....well lets pray for the best

Martin Vann (65.56.173.5) -- Monday, March 31 2003, 04:40 pm

Many messages/pictures, this poem contains.
R.D.

This poem brings us face to face with where we are and where they are. Yes, most of us are wishing for a safer place, some life sheltering cocoon. One that hides our fears, tears, sadness and I think, some responsibility to. No one wants to hurt the non-combatants, who are living in such fear, or think of all the innocence lost, from a mother who kisses her child goodnight, to the taxi driver, waiting at the traffic light. This war hurts us all and responsibility for it, is upon us all.

R.D. this is truly, written well, a picture made of words, describing two world's living hell.

R.D, you hit hard, but fair.
Thank You!
MartinV

Pondering Red (65.94.132.235) -- Monday, March 31 2003, 05:19 pm

the simplicity and depth of it all...
I appreciate the way you have used images and details of daily life..and entwined these with the harsh reality of world events...asking questions...deep...and ending with -"the time when the sun sheds tears"..beautiful !

Red Dragon (210.14.4.51) -- Tuesday, April 1 2003, 06:43 am

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Martin and Pondering Red:
Sensitivity to life makes one write...and through writing we cause others to think and react...Somehow, I hope that i may contribute to the clamor for peace through my poetry....In deep appreciation....

Dino (67.24.230.226) -- Tuesday, April 1 2003, 06:59 am

Nice style of a poem
I like your style. My wife's cousin was there in Kuwait City in a hotel when the bomb hit. She's a stewardess helping to bring all the soldiers there. 300 at a time. She said they are all so quiet, scared of the unknown and all so young. I can relate to that, going to Nam at 19. I read your poem over and over. It is depressing watching the boob-tube. I've been having bad dreams. I find myself back in the war. Thanks for a nice poem. Hope to see more of your work.

Red Dragon (210.14.4.46) -- Tuesday, April 1 2003, 07:08 am

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Dino...Thank you for liking the piece...I can relate to how your wife's feelings of fear. Man, if I were in her place, away from my family...Dunno if I can stand it...I love my family....my parents and my sibblings....

~..~ (210.14.4.51) -- Tuesday, April 1 2003, 10:35 am

Erratum
"I can relate to how your wife's feelings of fear"....should have been."your wife cousin's ..."

My apologies....

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