Where It Begins

I thought of war and peace
not the one of Tolstoy but
self-limiting beliefs; shying
away from light, when already
a black dot swimming in a white sea.
To what lengths one would go;
shrink to fit a pre-designed frame?
I thought of war―
I thought of peace.

note: A response to Midweek Motif, “War and Peace” at Poets United.

Khaya Ronkainen

34 Comments

  1. Tolstoy was the first thing that came to mind with this prompt:) Your poem is far more creative. I like your image of fitting into a pre – designed frame.We are supposed to do that you know. If we don’t they make us pay.

  2. “To what lengths one would go; shrink to fit a pre-designed frame? I thought of war―I thought of peace.” This is soo incredibly evocative, Khaya!

  3. Whew! Your poem made me think of Frost’s “Fire and Ice”–inverted and turned to a world beginning rather than ending. The sea will not remain white, and expansion will crash through or generate new frames. With prayer and activism and kind-ness, the scale will tilt toward peace. So may it be. I’m so blown away by your poem, I am sharing it!

  4. Shying away from light…At present the whole world is just immersed in this. Ugh. Hope peace is the final word. A wonderful take on the form Khaya.

  5. Luv the micro view germination into a macro something. Hopefully something creative enough to benefit goodness and reap the wisdom of peace and understanding. Thanks for this crunch Khaya

    Much love…

  6. Wow, this is such a thought provoking poem, Khaya. I love how well you describe the collective…”what lengths one would go; shrink to fit a pre-designed frame?” Maybe there are many brave ones arising and breaking that mold…..be it quietly and peacefully!

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