I only went to Berlin once when I was a teenager back in the early seventies and your little poem has captured the atmosphere back then, ‘waiting .. waiting for the Wall to fall’ – I agree with Sarah, the repetition of ‘waiting’ is very effective.
Dearest Helen, Personally I love more the yellowish light than the stark white or even bluish light. It softens... But not in the way those gas lamps COULD NOT soften the stark division and the blockage to freedom! Hugs, Mariette
Helen, thank you reading and commenting so generously on my and Paul's Toads poem. Somehow it felt like Poetry Month was a time to remember and honor our collaboration - it was an amazement to both of us. I miss Toads. We had such great years there, when we were all writing with such energy together.
You captured that atmosphere so well, Helen. So much in these few words! Though I'm imaging Joseph Cotton and "The Third Man" before the war was built.
And it did!! The wall came down but communism has not given up as we see in Ukraine! Great use of the prompt, Helen.
ReplyDeleteHow lovely that you joined a book club Helen. History is fascinating.
ReplyDeleteWow! Loved that ending.
ReplyDeleteSuch a simple, but effective poem. I think that doubling of "waiting" is really very effective.
ReplyDeleteI only went to Berlin once when I was a teenager back in the early seventies and your little poem has captured the atmosphere back then, ‘waiting .. waiting for the Wall to fall’ – I agree with Sarah, the repetition of ‘waiting’ is very effective.
ReplyDeleteI never thought that wall would fall in my lifetime. And yet it did. I love reading and watching films from that time period. Wonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteIt did,,, though it seems to be growing again.
ReplyDeleteThat repetition of "waiting,' is so strong and palpable, Helen! ❤️❤️
ReplyDeleteDearest Helen,
ReplyDeletePersonally I love more the yellowish light than the stark white or even bluish light. It softens... But not in the way those gas lamps COULD NOT soften the stark division and the blockage to freedom!
Hugs,
Mariette
Helen, thank you reading and commenting so generously on my and Paul's Toads poem. Somehow it felt like Poetry Month was a time to remember and honor our collaboration - it was an amazement to both of us. I miss Toads. We had such great years there, when we were all writing with such energy together.
ReplyDeleteSo much camouflage...when will it ever end?
ReplyDeleteYou captured that atmosphere so well, Helen. So much in these few words!
ReplyDeleteThough I'm imaging Joseph Cotton and "The Third Man" before the war was built.
That history must never be forgotten. What's freaky is it wasn't that many years ago...
ReplyDeleteOh, the hope that socialist dictatorship had fallen with that wall!
ReplyDeleteI am still soooo eager to move forward...