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A Wrong Kind Of Quiet

March 17, 2022
By oliviav05 GOLD, Grand Blanc, Michigan
oliviav05 GOLD, Grand Blanc, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
"The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." -Nelson Mandela

The night is quiet

The air is bitter, mumbling

The sounds of danger

A boom, a crash, a sharp scream

The night is quiet again

The dawn is breaking

Awakening the city

But not the people
Heavy boots clomp through the streets

Strangers in a foreign land

Black, sooty houses

Cold, empty storefronts, people

Or rather, bodies

Reduced to dust under boots

That carry the plague of death

“No known survivors,”

Emotionless headlines

For a broken land

Somewhere, maybe, there is peace

Maybe, but it is not here

The author's comments:

This was a continous tanka poem with a meter of 5-7-5-7-7 in each stanza. I wrote this about the War in Ukraine.

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