Calm Was Found

Summer Heat

 

Blinded by the summer heat,

life once again falls to defeat,

the spirit stands in a third floor

apartment with no windows

and a busted door,

dishes scattered all over the floor,

medical examiners’s attendants

move the bloated wreck

of an eighty-four year old retiree,

who had fallen and broken his neck,

he died next to the kitchen table,

and stayed there until neighbors

could no longer stand the smell,

he simmered in his own quiet hell,

and nothing was worse,

as the torso was ripe

and was getting ready to burst.

Calm Was Found

 

A ghost closed his eyes,

and let out a deep sigh,

the bombs had fallen from the skies,

for a moment, at least,

the attack was over,

war was a violent beast,

there was a brief end to the fear,

it was time to give the all clear,

calm was found,

the ghost looked around

at the blackened structures,

and the road beyond,

life was deprived,

but somehow this village still survived,

making its last stand against the attack,

holding on and fighting back,

quiet was a sound,

and calm was found.

© 2011 Frank Atanacio

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AudreyHowitt 4 years ago from California

Frank this is not the typical "great" from me---the poems are really good--but I want to make an observation, if I may--a good one I think---you have a vision about this kind of stuff I think--death and ghosts---and when one does--it is really great to keep exploring it--If I were you I would stay with it for a while and see what turns up--I am very curious where this all might lead you---

Audrey


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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

Thanks so much Audry for your loyal comments and your observation.. you are genuine.. and I respect that.. bless you


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AudreyHowitt 4 years ago from California

I hope you are not offended--and I hope that I have not overstepped myself


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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

No in fact your observations was much weclomed.. and no matter what you say you can never offend me..


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Besarien 2 years ago

I agree with Audrey, the ghost motif working for you as a thread which connects your various poems and also as a signature unique to you which makes your poems recognizably yours. It also in the case of Summer Heat brings the poem more into the present, makes it more active somehow than if only the dead and the examiner were involved. In Calm Was Found, I was questioning whether the ghost was truly a ghost or was a survivor who had taken a lethal dose of radiation as was the case in Nagasaki and Hiroshima. I liked reading it that way- the reality that we can straddle both states living and dead at the same time or Rilke put it, carrying your own death inside you.


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you Besarien for stopping and sharing yor imput bless you


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pstraubie48 21 months ago from sunny Florida

The two poems juxtaposed as they are is powerful. The death of the elderly alone and seemingly forgotten speaks of the war he fought as he tried to survive.

Fortunately those villagers in war survived. I only hope that the elderly man was not one who had fought in that war and came back to be forgotten and shoved aside. Well done

voted up++++ and shared


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tillsontitan 21 months ago from New York

Oooh, I like Patricia's observation. I hadn't thought about it that way though I did think the "ghost" in the first poem was a real survivor of the horrors of war that tore through that village until the bombing and fighting stopped.

As for the old man, I only thought of the loneliness of an elderly man with no one to care and how pathetic it was to have to wait for the smell to have someone check on him. If you add that he might have been one of the survivors of that little village, Wow or should I say Pow...then they hit you right between the eyes!

Voted up, awesome, beautiful, interesting and shared.


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Frank Atanacio 21 months ago from Shelton Author

Wow PS, thank you for digging out this three year old hub..LOL I wrote the first one of war first but back then Hub said the content was too small and I had to add another poem..LOL and Til.. thanks for making tracks on the good old good old bless you both :)

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