by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
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The apartment complex in front of ours burned early yesterday evening. Eight units were totally destroyed, but thank God, there were no deaths or injuries. Keep these residents in your thoughts and prayers.
remnants of people's homes
float away in smoke
as they watch their dreams burn
and crumble into
adults gather in a
panicked knot and hold
and watch the flames shooting
all they own -
all except the clothing
on their backs, they have
and the tears flow freely
because they're grateful
they're alive -
the frenetic pace of
strobe lights piercing the night
that bounce off pallid
the assembly of ghosts
the sidelines -
moaning their collective
grief and thanking God
them - all i can do is
inhale their pain and
breathe a prayer.
(c) 2005, Karla Dorman.
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|Reviewed by Carole Mathys
|Karla, this is so tragic....I had a house fire several years ago and it is terrifying....we all got out unharmedD! Great write!
Peace and love, Carole
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|OUr house at the shore burned down once, fortunately we had Rufuz with us or he could have perished, we lost everything but still had each other and our lives...these folks have to remember that...sympathies to them...Ed & Rufuz|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Lot of that around here too.
|Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen
|This is a great write as always
P.S Sorry to hear about the Apartment fire!
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|A fire in ones home whether it be an apartment, a house, or a squatters shack takes not only our place to sleep away but part of out lives as well when the possessions we love the most are destroyed. YOu captured this tragedy so well and I am glad it did not spread to you and your home. Take care.
|Reviewed by Dawn Richerson
|the way you tell this story is oddly graceful (in a good way) and leaves one with many thoughts. I will lift a prayer now for the families whose homes were lost and thank God you and Karen are okay. Dawn|
|Reviewed by Rebecca Burns
|Karla, that was great. Sad that such tragic events inspire us most. Bless you.
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|OMG...thanks for sharing!!
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|I'm praying for them and give thanks that you and Karen weren't in it! Fire destroyed my home and business, so I detest what it can do.
The poem is exceptional Karla, the way you captured it!
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Yes it is very sad when homes are destroyed and I will keep them in my prayers as they now venture into new unexpected paths.|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
What a horrible thing to have happen...and to think, if the wind had been blowing from the north, we could have been in this situation! Scary!! Homes can be replaced; lives cannot. A sobering, eye-opening write of human drama at its worst and very best; people reaching out to help those affected. There ARE good people in the world! Very well done; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :( >tears <
|Reviewed by Sue Hess
|this is an excellent description of a horrible happening, it is written so well, karla|