Apr 16, 2017 NaPoWriMo, Original Poetry

Dear Friend–You–Whom–I’ve–Never–Met
©April 16th, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram

Dear Friend–You–Whom–I’ve–Never–Met
It’s strange to think that you’re out there
Out in a world so far away.

I wonder how you are a you,
Standing so still, with hooded eyes,
Beneath a blinding yellow sun.

You’re waiting for your world to end
While countries that you’ve only heard of –
Send death-heralds with massive heft.

Your family is not with you,
Your friends have died along with them.
Do you not curse my family?

We live, we eat, we sleep, we sing,
We have our friends, some books, a home.
We grieve for you between our meals.

What tea (or coffee) do you drink?
What houses stand where you could live?
Do libraries still have their doors?

What fragrance do you breathe all day
What thoughts occupy all your nights?
What songs hum in your head in sleep?

The birds of spring are singing now.
Our bulbs push up, fighting for light.
Do Damask roses bloom for you?

How will your people rise again?
And who will help you rise again?
In desert heat – desertion.  Heal.

Forgive us all our trespasses
Forgive us all our trespasses
Forgive us all our trespasses.

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Today’s Day Sixteen NaPoWriMo 2017 prompt reads, in part:

Your poem can be in the form of a letter to a person, place, or thing, or in the form of a back-and-forth correspondence.

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