Amid the chaos and cruelty of war,
amid the bombings, the fires,
amid the desperate attempts to flee,
amid the broken glass, smashed pots,
abandoned belongings,
the woman uncovers her beloved piano,
wipes the dark dust from the keys,
and then,
for the last time,
the very last time,
she sits down in her coat and hat and
she plays,
her hands floating across the keys,
creating notes of hope and peace
to fill the shattered home that
she now must leave behind.
Very poignant.
Thank you
wow, very touching
Thank you, Susan
Beautiful, touching, poignant…what others have already said… LOVELY!
Thank you, Wendie.
Wow!
Thank you!
Beautiful! This video is exactly what came to my mind when I saw the prompt. sigh.
Yes, the heartbreaking juxtaposition of the destruction around her and the gorgeous music that she played…. it was the first thing I thought about too.
Such a beautiful, bittersweet poem. Thank you for sharing this!
Thank you so much
Stunning, gorgeous, timely.
Thank you
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It’s not written in here but I can see the blue and yellow coming through and the pride of the Ukranian people. I is both beautiful and horrific at the same time
The poem simply says ‘in every seeming ugliness there could still be found an iota of beauty’s. Thank you Susan. You inspire hope.
Sorry, it’s Diane not Susan.
The poem simply says ‘in every seeming ugliness there could still be found an iota of beauty’. Thank you Susan. You inspire hope.
Sorry, it’s Diane not Susan. I couldn’t find how to edit comment.
The poem simply says ‘in every seeming ugliness there could still be found an iota of beauty’. Thank you Diane. You inspire hope.