No apologies, no regrets, not a single sorry, from the old mouth of the last man standing from the crew who ended the second world war.
Japan started the conflict, that was how the US closed it— with two exploding periods. Periods that bent the knees of the Land of the Rising Sun. Periods that marked how ending wars could be done.
Fading is the warning of the first nuke’s gravity. There might be more to come, oh, we’ll see. From one bloodshed to another, I wonder when will human lives weigh more than a bloody war.
A fragile new bud
tries to crack leftover snow—
men kill to survive.
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08.03.2018
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For dVerse Haibun Monday — Peace Memorial.
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Oh man. I feel every word of this.
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Oh thank you so much, love!
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I hope there won’t be another time. But oh well see. Sigh..
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We can never know. Sigh. Thank you for reading, dearie!
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It’s chilling how we can justify the violence we inflict on each other. Your haibun illustrates this so clearly. I love the image one the first two lines of your haiku. Thank you, Reading Writer.
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Thank you for such a thoughtful comment, Frank!
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You’re welcome. 😇
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😊😊😊
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Evocative question posed….excellent haiku to illustrate the point.
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Thank you so much, Lillian!
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This is so powerful. Your words, eloquently penned, pack a punch.
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Thank you so much, Ma’am!
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You are very welcome.
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😊😊😊
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Well written as always, Rosema.
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Thank you, Diana!
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You’re welcome!
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😊
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Thoughts of Hiroshima and nagasaki bombing are so heartbreaking. Decades later, we are still feeling the effect of it
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Yes. Effects felt. Lessons unlearned.
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I think there will be more wars… and for every war the victims are more and more being the innocents… war cannot be a solution.
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Yes. Never. But we never learn, too.
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This is so well written.
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Thank you!
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Amazingness at its peak. The prose wrenches the heart. And then the haiku transcends you into a state of deep thoughts. So few words. So much said. This talent is so so rare in this world. Proud of you my love
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Awww. My heart always become bigger when I read your words for my words. Thank you, my love!
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When will we ever learn that lives are more precious than a war? I think we may never learn. Love your response and your haiku of that fragille bud. Thanks for sharing.
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That is so a sad truth, Grace. Thank you!
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