blue sky, yellow grain
winter’s leaving ukraine again
a ploughman’s cycle without end
i say life for all & death to kings
god’s got his tombstones all in a row
dominoes waiting for the drop
it’s all i can do not to cry a river
here in the dark breath is adjourned
i’m checking notifications again
you were last seen five hours ago
does god really think no one’s looking
so i’m trying to remember instead
the shape of hope & all that’s to come
& the hedgehogs we saw in kyiv
the warm hearth of your mother’s kitchen
your father’s childhood in chechelovka
our river walks & your brother’s games
the shadow cat i left behind in dnipro
so i’m trying to remember instead
shared sun salutes in an upstairs room
it’s all i can do not to cry a river
do you remember the hedgehogs of kyiv
i wish them well in forever sleep
& stand with ukraine in the fog of war
i’m thinking of you & the shape of hope to come
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2022
unbolt me 
Heartfelt and heartbreaking.
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Thank you, Dolly. 🙏
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My pleasure, Tony.
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You outdid yourself, Tony, the poem was perfect.
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You are VERY kind! Thank you, my friend. I really appreciate this!
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Jesus Christ Tony!! This is incredible!!! Wow what a piecee!
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Thanks so much, my friend. I really appreciate that coming from a writer of your calibre!
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haha thank you!!!
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Excellent poem! Very poignant and fitting for these times the world finds itself in.
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Thank you, Stacey. And these are strange times indeed!
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This is excellent, very moving. And props for thinking to rhyme “instead” with “Kyiv” 🙂
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Thank you, good sir!
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