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Author Name: FreeCarousel 5 Comments
Date Added: May 05, 2013 10:05:58 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Type: Free Verse
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Warsaw September 1944
  Warsaw September 1944


The woman lights the last candle

Measures time by the stub of wax

How long before the rats grow bolder

Waiting in the fringe shadows

Pink noses raised, inquiring


How long since they bricked the sewer

How long since the infant’s last whimper

How long since her breasts ran dry?

”Wait Minka, we will return”


Echo drops on the floor of slime

The flame of sanity, burning lower

She rocks the covered bundle

Sings a remembered lullaby

W górze tyle gwiazd,

W dole tyle miast.

Gwiazdy miastom dają znać,

Że dzieci musza spać... 



So many stars above,

So many cities below

Stars are giving signs to cities,

That children must go to sleep!

Author's Notes:

After the failure of the  Warsaw uprising in 1944 the survivors hid in the underground sewers, some erecting false brick walls to avoid the vengeance of the SS who, after searching for survivors sealed the sewers with explosives.


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Comment By: FreeTimespell on June 26, 2013 07:46:18 PM Report

Date Added: May 05, 2013 10:05:58 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Comment By: PremiumDan J. Mazurek on May 7, 2013 05:04:35 PM Report

My grandfather left Poland in
1929 for America and all of his family that stay behind perished.

One man’s vision destroyed the visions of so many innocents. We seem to forget
that in just one generation. I remember his stories and your poem made me
realized I have forgotten those days my grandfather had shared with me.


Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on May 6, 2013 06:24:14 PM Report

I was not even born yet I know nothing about this dreadful time in history ... AS always you expalin your way and it was another great poem from a man who knows his history!! Thank you for sharing..

 Always ~ She Whispers

Comment By: PremiumLindaM on May 6, 2013 04:43:29 AM Report

Amazing write with powerful, dark, and disturbing imagery.

Once again I am impresed with your writing talent.




Comment By: PremiumMary Lou Allen on May 5, 2013 09:02:20 PM Report
You have captured the horror of the times and in so few lines. Many will not remember but your poem will certainly help them understand. ML


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