Refugee, by Laila Halaby.
Written by duckrabbitThe lungs of the wrinkled gray-eyed man
bellow with love
for a dusty quarter
of land
that lies a stones throw
from the rock
where he sits everyday
and watches
his neighbour,
his fields.
The path leading up there is beaten
with his dreams
mixed in the lonely dust.
Everyday
you will find him there
with tears
racing down his cheeks
as he bleeds
a river
to take him home.
Discussion (2 Comments)
“A picture’s worth a thousand words” we’re often inclined to observe. And we’re wrong.
In reality, good images succeed because its only a few words they evoke, but powerful ones. Unambiguous and cutting right to the heart of the matter.
Good poetry works just the same.
Here’s far far fewer than a thousand words, and my goodness what an astonishing image they conjure up.
There’s a lesson here for photographers.
Thanks John. I’m sure you’re right.