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 |  Poems that pursue the horizon from past to present and poems created for NaPoWriMo 2017 |
| fleeing through black inky darkness, moving within night’s bitter cold; they slither along rough terrain, slipping on wet slick foliage. they huddle closely together, seeking body's warmth, safe shelter, ducking guards at border crossings. they move stealthily into stores in daylight, buying food and water for the arduous night journey. destination anywhere seems better than what they left behind; seeking improved, safer lives, free from harm, they hide as planes roar overhead. screams emanate from the bakery where they purchased water and bread. bombed to pieces, customers died before their own eyes. helpless from their rock hiding place, they remained motionless, lest soldiers find them. caustic acrid smoke offers cover. faces burn in the smoky expanse of day turned to night as bombs fall unrelenting. “illegal,” whispers their Mother, “chemicals are illegal”; exposed skin stings from the burning air; they will die here. fly swiftly from this place, on winged feet! hiding from blunt Nazi soldiers, fleeing Columbia’s drug war, seeking education, crossing Mexico’s border with family; hiding from Middle East terror or escaping bleak Syria’s chemical laden bombed country - survival remains illegal business. ____________________________________________ Entry: April 8, 2017 Prompt: Something illegal For: Dew Drop Inn Poetry Workshop Form: Free verse, stanzaic, in iambic tetrameter Rhyme Pattern: None  Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.~~Robert Frost |
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