war is a
desolate, cold mountain;
obstacle to and reason for refugees
where savage wind blows fear,
pelting rain drives misery,
grief burdens the weary,
even as
memories, dreams
ooze away with mud.
Linking this quadrille to dVerse for a “March wind” ekphrastic challenge with Merril…
a poem in my pocket 
Mar 06, 2022 @ 18:05:22
Refugees running from the worst of mankind. So sad.
Mar 07, 2022 @ 03:51:23
Tragically so…
Mar 03, 2022 @ 10:16:54
Your poem illustrates the suffering the pain the horror of men, women and children fleeing their homes … I listened this morning to a woman trying to escape Kiev as she remarked how beautiful the day .. blue skies .. too beautiful for war, my heart broke for her and the many thousands in harm’s way.
Mar 03, 2022 @ 18:14:48
Unbelievable sufferings…
Mar 03, 2022 @ 09:12:47
Yes….your words describe it all only too well….
Mar 03, 2022 @ 07:52:11
It’s hard not to see the refugees in this painting. One million they are saying now…(K)
Mar 03, 2022 @ 18:10:03
Heartbreaking 💔
Mar 03, 2022 @ 07:33:06
So evocative and true; so very well said. Thank you, Lynn!
Mar 03, 2022 @ 18:08:59
You’re welcome ☺️
Mar 02, 2022 @ 20:28:32
Well done, Lynn. You have described the winds of ware so very well in this poem. Sadly devastating.
Mar 02, 2022 @ 22:32:11
I appreciate your comment, Dwight.
Mar 03, 2022 @ 07:54:08
You are welcome!
Mar 02, 2022 @ 19:52:27
Amen and amen 🙏🏽 perfectly said
Mar 02, 2022 @ 22:32:34
Thanks, Brenda.
Mar 02, 2022 @ 19:37:22
And that is one heavy burden.
Well said.
Mar 02, 2022 @ 17:35:48
You have named the horror so well, palpable.
Mar 02, 2022 @ 17:41:43
The painting drew me into their tragic plight…
Mar 02, 2022 @ 17:42:20
Yes, I chose for that same reason, very strong image.
Mar 02, 2022 @ 17:20:53
Powerful verse. Those refugees need our prayers. What a tragedy.
Mar 02, 2022 @ 17:24:56
Yes, may God have mercy.