To Ukraine, With Love

Not Always Dark and Dreary Out Here

Obinna Uruakpa

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Photo by Aryan Dhiman on Unsplash

‘I sense the world might be more dreamlike, metaphorical, and poetic than we currently believe — but just as irrational as sympathetic magic when looked at in a typically scientific way. I wouldn’t be surprised if poetry — poetry in the broadest sense, in the sense of a world filled with metaphor, rhyme, and recurring patterns, shapes, and designs — is how the world works. The world isn’t logical, it’s a song.’
— David Bryne

“You’ll have bad times, but it’ll always wake you up to the good stuff you weren’t paying attention to.” — Robin Williams

With the wild wailing,
all around
the dogs started barking,
a naughty child barked back
and the people in hiding
broke into loud laughter —
It can’t always be dark and dreary here

In the silence between
the sound
of guns and bombs,
babies cry for nursing care
and a duckling waddles across
the street;
colorful butterflies continue
to roam the gardens —
It can’t always be dark and dreary here

Gravediggers have been so busy lately
With the priests conducting funerals
but last week Wednesday morning
they baptized many babies —
It can’t always be dark and dreary here

Some of the villages
canceled wedding ceremonies
planned long before the war,
some suggested
moving the dates forward
so more young men can marry
before joining the army —
It can’t always be dark and dreary here

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Obinna Uruakpa

I am your Brother and a Seeker of the Infinite. I came this time among the Igbos. I share the sights, sounds, and scents of my journey in simple stories. .