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
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This is so touching and sad. Good work.
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Thank you so much, Kally.
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so sad and powerful Tony! 💖
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Thank you so much, Cindy! 🙏
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WOW! Very moving.
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Thank you, Rae. That means a lot coming from you. 🙏
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I can tell you write from the heart in this poem. Mine breaks over and over for the people of Ukraine (and Russia), when seeing the news casts on this sensless war.
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Like you, my heart breaks too. This invasion must end, and Ukraine needs to retain its sovereignty. It’s why they are fighting so hard to defend themselves.
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It’s a beautiful poem. So sad. I hope the situation in Ukraine is going to improve. It’s just terrible what’s happening over there.
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Thank you, my friend. The situation in Ukraine is certainly dire. They really do need all the support we can give.
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I have no words, just my heart to give
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That means everything to us, Crispina. Thank you! 🤗🙏
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And this week my garden produced iris flowers in the colour of the Ukrainian flag. They look so beautiful
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We’re going to take that as a sign for the future of Ukraine. Beautiful!
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Wow.
Just wow.
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😄🙏
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One can always tell when a poem comes from the heart!
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Thank you, Paul. This most certainly does. 😄
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Hope wells.
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Indeed. 😀
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This is haunting and sad. Well written expression
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This particular poem is close to my heart so I really appreciate you saying that. Thank you! 😄🙏
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I can tell! ❤️🩹🙋🏻♂️
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