Dawn 1945(a persona poem)

Grey light creeps across the ashen paving

With purpose as deadly as the foreign boots

Of the infantrymen who hide still

In the suburbs of Berlin.

 

The new sun interrogates us who are left,

The morning breeze lifts fallen banners,

Insinuating shame underneath.  As if,

They have the right to question!

 

The Fuhrer will pound his fist and defy

The very air to bring its scorn near

Our glorious purpose.

 

But this morning,

He is dead.  All is dead.

 

The proud promised future is litter

and ash and I

Stand, as if naked,

In this cold dawn, listening

for the whisper of tanks.

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11 Responses to “Dawn 1945(a persona poem)”

  1. What an amazing personna to take….the one left behind….the one who believed in the ranting and the evil of the “other” and then, after giving his/her all to the fury of the leader, feels abandoned. Certainly comes for a different perspective that most don’t think about. Those believers Hitler left behind. But then, looking at the Nuremberg trials….and those who still seek out “hidden” Nazis from that era, to bring them to trial for war crimes done long long ago….they may have yearned for and heard the “whisper” of the tanks – but they themselves disappeared in other personnas to keep their lives. I think the mark of a good writer is when you can make the reader think beyond the piece….you certainly achieved that with me. Well done!

  2. Yikes. You did such a good job of insinuating yourself into this mind–underlining the danger of submitting yourself into another. Really effective poetry.

  3. The last stanza is my favorite.

  4. This has a modern twist too perhaps as so many can be betrayed by powerful leaders. There is a profound sense of just having to wait.

  5. This is a powerful angle to write from with your subject. It’s interesting to think what Hitler’s followers might feel after his death. I’m sure some were greatly relieved…but many not.

  6. Yes to be there left… there is a sense of betrayal in your words that I find hard to pity… though maybe we have to try…

  7. Fuhrer’s right
    Fuhrer’s wrong
    Fuhrer’s left
    Fuhrer’s none..
    bottom line
    no
    more..
    rightly
    gone..:)

  8. This is excellent.

  9. Excellent response to the prompt 🙂

  10. I admire the creative take – to be there, left alone, naked in the cold dawn with the whisper of tanks ~ I also like how you painted the Fuhrer, proud and pounding with his fist ~ I wonder how regretful or not, the soldiers or followers would be, after his death ~

    Thanks for joining us ~

  11. “the whisper of tanks” is such a strong phrase.
    I love your take on the prompt. This is a powerful piece.

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