
“Crimea Sunset” by Robert Braginsky
(Originally posted here March, 2014)
appalled by democracy’s murmur
heavily armed red-soled boots plant
their hammer-and-sickle beachheads
amidst Russian expatriate cheers
mindless of fragile unsettling sands
unmoved by the bluster and blather
that uselessly fogs western airwaves
will abrupt annexation ensue to commit
amputation of new Ukraine dreams
Amputation inevitable methinks! There is a recipe for the cake of war to be baked here. I just hope we in the west do not get involved here – again! We really don’t need to this time. Fine poem for a sad situation.
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my heart and head are at odds for the moment – head says you’re right, heart says this land of my wife’s roots needs us
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you pull no punches – stromg style
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such blatant aggression deserves no less
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Am just finishing a great novel called ‘A Constellation of Vital Phenomena’ by Anthony Mara: a GREAT commentary of Russia’s behavior 10 years ago in Chechnya . . . Ukraine has a lot of pain to look forward to, I fear . . .
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I put the book on my list – I think (and pray) it will be different here – less about subjugating a cruelly rebellious populace like in Chechnya
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I had the Crimea news on my mind recently. This is perfect!
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glad that it worked for you
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This poem carries more authenticity than all of the bluster and blather, bluffing and bothering bureaucratic barren bystanders. Bravo.
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I sincerely appreciate that, Mike
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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