Painted Chaos

After seeing an exhibit of art

painted after a war 

After feeling the loss of sound,

feet shuffling through space 

imitating the people lost

in a maze of rubble 

Only silence responds to art

depicting  the torn places we inflict

on one another in war

Only  somber tones of color

grasp the burned out buildings

and give form to what  

once stood in that place 

Only lines drawn in pencil , then cut into

a wood block and then inked 

cuts deep—through sinews, muscle, bone 

to open the soul  

April Poem a Day

Prompt: family ( interpreted as the family of all of us)