d’Verse prosery
During these darkest days, child, you must allow yourself to talk what you please of future spring; and sun-warm’d sweet tomorrow will, in this very way, become reality.
Yes, the Russians invaded your home and murdered your family; they’ve raped and tortured your neighbors; they’ve decimated your city. Yes, much of your country lies in ruins; and there’s no end in sight to war. Yes, you’ve experienced unfathomable horrors most cannot imagine.
Indeed, you may feel, and very reasonably so, that I’ve no right to offer you advice… I, who live in peace and comfort… And, frankly, you’d be right.
But it’s not about me, child. It’s about you; it’s about your vengeance. Will you grant that malevolent, megalomaniacal, murderous monster victory with your despair? Every Ukrainian soldier is fighting with and for the hope of your nation. Surely, you owe them your own?
Prosery?
d’Verse prosery is flash fiction with a beginning, a middle and an end, in any genre of the author’s choice, no longer than 144 words. This very short piece of prose must include an assigned line from a poem, within the 144 word limit. Writers may change the punctuation of the assigned line, but they may not insert words within the quotation.
Talk what you please of future spring
-from ‘A Daughter Of Eve’ by Christina Georgina Rossetti
And sun-warm’d sweet tomorrow.
The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱 
To experience horrors, to be the one committing atrocities…both blight the soul! Rape and murder in whatever context, are still crimes.
Well written and insightful, David! ❤
☹️ Cheryl ☹️
Excellent words. I enjoyed the tone.
💜 Robert 💜 ~ thanks!
I watch news, see the utter destruction, death, suffering, horror and wonder how this will ever end … heaven help them, help us.
💔 Helen 💔
This speaks to the power of hope, even if it’s the only tool left in the box but also you share the insight that hope is a deserved gift for those out there in the line of fire.. Powerful message.
💚 💚 Mish 💚 💚
Powerful question at the end.
I feel like we are in the early years of Hitler even though we said, “Never again.”
😟 Lillian 😟
I thought you expressed the current thoughts on everyone’s mind these days. Good job.
😘 Molly 😘
Each is suffering their own pain and misery. Divided and isolated. Alone…
💔 Terveen 💔
During these darkest days, child, you must allow yourself to talk what you please of future spring; and sun-warm’d sweet tomorrow will, in this very way, become reality.
Words become
In this very way
Reality
😌🙏🏻 CES 😌🙏🏻