all the light we cannot see
the blind french girl
her bedroom fills with pebbles, seaglass, shells,
and yet she misses gardens, books and pinecones.
her pockets lined with sand, her face aglow with wind,
she simply listens, hears and breaths.
the reluctant german soldier boy
he tries to lose himself in work,
stares into space and hears the distant
thrumming of a bird, a skylark
four hundred children crawl along the razors edge.
the blind french girl
her stockings now have runs in them,
her shoes too large but still she walks
a ballerina in satin slippers
her feet articulate as hands,
a little vessel, now, of grace
the reluctant german soldier boy
a shell now screams above the house
everything—transient, aching, tentative
i only want to sit with her, he thinks,
for hour upon hour.
summation
so war continues to this day
with no return, without surcease
preventing lovers’ deepest want
indulging only endless greed
and misplaced ideology
why not accept the beauty of
our differences.
her bedroom fills with shells and whelks
and tears.
I’ve written this for dVerse Open Link Night with reference to the peace prompt from dVerse Poetics on Tuesday. This is an erasure poem with some paraphrasing. The book I used is Pulitzer Prize Winner Anthony Doerr’s “All the Light We Cannot See.” It is the story of a German Orphan boy, recruited into Hitler’s Army and a young French girl, displaced from Paris during the occupation…and how their lives converge. I cannot recommend it highly enough. At my age, I only read books I find really worthwhile, and only once…I want to get in as much reading as I can before I can’t! I read this twice, for its amazing plot and stunningly poetic writing. 5 Stars +++
Please join us for Open Link Night.
Thanks. I enjoyed every slect of your post. One of many I have admired this year. Regards Thom.
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tears of fears
wars of separation
dreams of healing
Souls on fire
for Love
is
hope..:)
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This is beautiful, sad, nostalgic. The image of the ballerina in satin slippers is amazingly beautiful.
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The image is Doerr’s and his writing is so poetic.
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You selected that image. You have good poetry-eyes!
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I’ve heard such good things about this book – it’s somewhere on my toppling to be read list…
I can’t believe this is erasure poetry – you’ve done a fantastic job – so lyrical, so succinct, so illuminating!
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I think it meant all the more to me for having lived in Bretagne and having visited Saint Malo and Cancale…where the religious order I was a part of was founded. I suspect you would enjoy it.
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I would have never guessed that this was erasure poetry…it read so smoothly. Blind and reluctant…such wonderful metaphors for war and missed opportunities at love.
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Thanks, Bryan…I just kept opening the book at random and it offered me the lines.
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A nice summation of the book, Victoria. I must be one of the few people who really could not get into the book though. I tried. Perhaps because it was so hyped by so many it could not live up to its expectations…but I do know I am an exception & should try it again sometime.
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Admittedly, it’s not a light read. It helps to realize the verses alternate from the boy to the blind girl.
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Amazing poem, Victoria. Thanks for the book recommendation.
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Oh, so sad, so lovely…
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Oh, my. I’m out of words. Splendid poetry.
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Given the horrors of war as a backdrop, there is the heart-warming story of those who somehow manage to make it through with all the drama thrown in!
Hank
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So many stories hidden within the “big picture.”
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What a wonderful poem, and even more so you only hint at the horrors of war, but more that strong want, the urge that keep us wanting peace. This is exactly the type of peace poem that I like… I have to look for that book next time I need a new one. Currently I’m slowly reading through the latest book by Svetlana Alexievich… I really recommend it, though it’s hard to read because of the horrors… I think they are hard to get hold of in English…
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Your poem sums up the hollow horror of war and the last stanza echos what so many of us are feeling right now.
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I love that first stanza… especially about missing gardens. Very nice and poetic!
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Brilliant! I will look for this book.
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It’s amazing how well that erasure poetry can come together even when taking bits and pieces from here and there. Excellent, Victoria…it flowed so well and told its own story.
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I will check out the book Victoria ~ The title is familiar to me but I have not read it ~ You used erasure process, wow ~ The verses all come together beautifully ~
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Oh my goodness, I love this! It’s my favorite of the day.
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Thank you so much!
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Erasure poetry can be dynamic, taking on a life of its own, as with your piece. A very touching experience, making me flash on THE TIN DRUM, THE BOY IN THE STRIPED PAJAMAS, & SCHINDLER’S LIST. I love the line /four hundred children crawl along the razor’s edge/.
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I’ll check out those books…not familiar with the first two. Thanks.
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This left me utterly speechless….!!
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Oh wow. A Triumph!
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