WHERE IS PEACE
Where is peace
On a stormy night
Bombs exploding
Lightening flashing
My heart is tender
But afraid
I feel my way with
My fingertips
Thunder crashing
I cover my ears
Water seeps
Under the door
We were warned
Run away
Run away
But where will we go
Perhaps as long
As we can imagine peace
Even when the world does not
We can strive for it
A quiet morning
No ill will toward anyone
Even the birds are still sleeping
No one stirs
And yet the very next moment
Everything can change
The future is unknown
Perhaps peace only comes
In the in between
July 6th, 2018
annellannell 
You have captured the threats to peace very well. I could feel the narrator’s worry. Yes, we capture peace best in the in-betweens.
Thank you Sherry, for your comment.
Very moving in its simplicity and immediacy.
Thank you Miss RoseMary, for your comment.
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Peace in life is often hard to find. Poignant
I think it is always here, it is often us who is hiding. Thanks for your comment.
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Perhaps as long
As we can imagine peace
Even when the world does not
We can strive for it…. that is so true!
Thank you for your comment.
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kaykuala
The future is unknown
Perhaps peace only comes
In the in between
Peace is so elusive no one seems to know when and none seems to care!
Hank
Yes, but ……. thanks for your comment, Hank.
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Your poem makes me wonder if peace is an clever illusion we have brainwashed ourselves into believing is attainable.
This is probable. Thank you Kerry.
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