Holodomor Memorial in Kyiv, Ukraine | Photo by Darryl Willis | All Rights Reserved

Holodomor

Darryl Willis
Jul 30, 2017 · 1 min read

Blue sky above a field of grain.
And in the square a little girl
in braided hair stands alone
in grief with hollow, sightless eyes.
Deep thoughts have been taken away
by her pain. Deep calls to deep
and sorrow to sorrow. I would give
her hope but all I have are tears
falling into Lybid’s stream
while hers fill the wide Dnipro.


To support the poet’s benign coffee addiction: Coffee.

Holodomor - murder by famine.

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Darryl Willis

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Has worked in non-profits for over 36 years and is currently a Regional Director for an international non-profit. He holds an MA from Lipscomb University.

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