Wednesday, April 7, 2010


barbed wire dreams
lit with candlelight
flickered away my childhood


This is a random act of poetry inspired by the book I Never Saw Another Butterfly - specifically the entry titled Terezin written by Hanus Hachenburg IV (1944).

This book is a collection of children's drawings and poems from Terezin Concentration Camp. A total of 15,000 children under the age of fifteen passed through Terezin. Less than 100 survived.

Photo: Secret Dreams (google reuse)



  1. Oh, how hauntingly sad.

  2. Oh my. I was able to see this as a play a couple years ago. There was a
    silence that wrapped us all - the actors, the audience and these children who left their poignant words - together in a mystical bond. Thanks for letting me recall the memory.

  3. Lynn! So nice to see you in my comment box... thanks for visiting :-)

    L.L., That's the perfect word isn't it.

    Kathleen, I can only imagine. Your comment alone brings me to tears. Thank you coming over.

  4. Even without words, the image speaks.

  5. This is hauntingly brilliant Lorrie. You have captured something so profound in just a few words. You are truly gifted.

  6. Maureen ~ Thanks for coming over... I LOVE your poetry, tons!

    tfgpoetry ~ there really are no words are there? So sad to think of.. thank you for visiting.

    Vee ~ You honor and spoil me with your kind words. Luv ya!

  7. barbed wire is so intense .. such an impression

  8. Hi Elk, appreciate your visit and comment. Blessings to you ;-)

  9. barbed wire and candlelight ... so unsuspecting

  10. Thanks for sharing Lorrie... I just read The SBoy In The Striped Pyjama's... same picture

  11. Wow, what are the odds of that! :-)

  12. yes... to all the above and more! This makes my heart stop, and skip a beat!!!