Ceasefire

A white dove on an olive branch for peace.

Call for calm amidst world’s angst
Echoes of peace where battles bend
A pause in the storm, even though
Some seek to avenge the deep loss
Every soul yearns for peace to unfurl
For grass to grow where debris adorns
In ceasefire’s embrace hope ascends
Rebirth emerges as spring’s gentle sigh
Ever so timely for dreams to amplify.

For Write Right @Thotpurge

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Khaya Ronkainen
Khaya Ronkainen writes poetry, creative nonfiction and fiction. This blog explores all things writing and living, aka personal history, cross-cultural experiences, nature, language, and the many ways people carry home within and across borders.

12 Comments

  1. I felt like adding an ‘Amen’ to your heartfelt poem, Khaya – it feels like a prayer, one so many wish for but yet feels more remote than ever. So much suffering it is barely comprehensible. Hope has to be kept alive!

  2. Oh what a beautiful and spiritually moving acrostic Khaya! A heartfelt call for peace through a ceasefire. Love it sistah queen! 💖🙏🏼👑

      1. Oh girlfriend, you are absolutely welcome. I love your vibe and thank you for always being so inspirational. Hugs and plenty of smooches! 😍💋😘🥂😊

  3. I am slowly catching up with your posts, Khaya, please bear with me. I agree, your poem is like a prayer, for peace, for the continuance of hope.

    1. Hi Lavinia! Lovely to see you here and I appreciate you reading. Take your time, there’s no rush. I’m still catching my break after the writing sprint that was April. 🙂

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