I can’t dispute the Oracle’s words.
black blows the skywind–
raw shadowships raining
the bitter storm language of lies
into the bare breasts
of dead mothers
you ask for spring
and the music of love
when the sun is swimming
through seas of boiling blood—
what can grow here?
“There is no glory in battle worth the blood it costs.”
–General Dwight D. Eisenhower
Since Nina and I started blogging in 2014 I’ve posted far too much art about war.
K. 
You, Jane, and I all have similar messages. Not a surprise.
Yours is the most graphic in words and images.
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When I was looking for images in my blog archives I found way too many appropriate ones.
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😔
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It is difficult to see the light through these dark times.
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Difficult indeed.
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Beautifully done, you and the Oracle, I just wish you didn’t have to.
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I wish so too. Fervently.
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So true your words, so heartbreaking, your artwork…
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Thanks Ingrid. So sad that it keeps resonating…
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I agree with Merril. This is the Oracle at her most angry. That’s what it comes down to really, isn’t it? Mothers and dead children. Then dead mothers, followed closely by dead homeland.
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Yes. Death upon death upon death.
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😦
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Our mother grieves.
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The tears are endless.
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Gosh – what a powerful poem. War is such brutalizing energy. The images coming out of the Ukraine are heartbreaking.
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They are, and more every day. Thanks Suzanne.
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Powerful stuff.
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I’m sorry to have the material to work with. But we mustn’t turn away and act as if it isn’t there.
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wow – those parents and babies… simply heartbreaking 😦
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It is. Over and over again.
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