by JV Love
Monday, July 23, 2007
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Poem from the Historical Fiction novel, "The End of Sorrow: A Novel of the Siege of Leningrad in WWII"
A Blue Jay chirps outside my window
as I contemplate why the door to my room is always open.
Iím expecting no one.
I didnít even expect the Blue Jay.
I think I should shut the door. No sense in leaving it open.
And then I hear it . . .
It bounces off the walls,
up the stairs,
and into my uncomprehending ears.
I ask it what itís doing here.
But laughter only laughs. It doesnít understand.
ďDonít leave me,Ē I say.
And it doesnít.
And we sit together for a while,
remembering those endless summer nights,
those endless summer dreams,
with our youth, and our convictions,
that our endless lives would always be just that.
I look away Ė only for a moment Ė
and laughter slips away.
I am bitter,
but leave the door open anyway.
The End of Sorrow
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|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Very well said and a piece worth reading again! All is bleak, yet there is always hope on the horizon.....
|Reviewed by Leo Durrant
|I love the poignance and melancholy. Perfect title too -- holding on to the past, yet holding on by your fingernails.