dare i celebrate (in true mardi gras style), while others wait in deepenin depths of sorrow?
(second lines of hot/ hungry/thirsty/weary folk watch the music leave the quarter they sang about, notes of purple/green/ yellow abandonin the city they once loved, wonderin if they'll have a life to go home to.)
and all i can do is sit in air-conditioned comfort, writin sad poems of my own traumas that i'm goin through (worries about friends and if they are all okay, wonderin if they made it) ...
concerns that mean NOTHIN to those singin the blues in cesspools of violence -- talk about selfish.
Wht doesn't break us - *( in this case them ) makes them sTRonger! Thanks for writing these words K- I wrote soemwhat the same- but, can't put it in here- WARmly,Sheee < <Share the Hope>>
Absolutely heartrending poem, but if I know Louisiana and Mississippi folk, they are tough, and they will rebuild in time! God be with them as they deal with this tragedy and the aftermath!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :( >tears <
Even in the worst of times, life will go on, Karla, and it is no good beatin ourselves up about it... although, of course we do. You make me think of those who survive an accident while others perish - the "guilt reflex" that kicks in, even though not deserved. We do what we can, then we have to "let go and let God" and continue the journey along. We all have different paths, different ways of travelling. No-one questions your ability to sympathise or to grieve, but these things come and go in cycles and take their course as we motor on. It happens in waves and stages. Just go with the flow, Hon. We ALL are selfish in our own way, but we can be mindful and we can change - THAT would be the greatest fruit our grief can bring out of tragedies of this scale: that we vow NEVER to be the same or take things for granted again, and take steps to make things different from now on. Each one of us in our own small way, as and when we can. We're all in this together. Bless you, Babe xx Kate xx
Never lose hope. Along with the necessities. We gotta give them something to cheer laugh and hope for. Keeping the spirits raised as high as they can go.
I think that is the toughest job.
A natural disaster, the death of a city we have all loved. The music leaves one note at a time, never to ring the same again. Will they rebuild the city? Probably. Somehow, I think a boardwalk and a memorial would be a smarter choice. Perhaps a few little cafes and lots of music, but New Orleans is not a place where people should ever live again. We should learn from this disaster and understand that there will be another storm, one that will be stronger than anything we build and history will repeat itself. We need to let the city die and build a tribute to her and to all who perished in the aftermath of Katrina.
Take care,
Sherry
We all deal with the aftermath of this tragedy each in his or her own way. Powerful write that says so much.
Felix
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on September 3, 2005
I for one am damn glad I am sitting in air conditioning and I will never feel guilty that I am. The storm. It has become something other than what it was . . . a storm, now it is a way to play that old familiar damn race card. Hell with it.
We are allowed our worries, our stresses and our trauma's...some have it worse than others & some make it better than others...just have to take life as it comes...sorrow for others is good, but depression over our own lives is not...keep smiling and write, if its all you can do, you most certainly do it quite well...Ed & Rufuz
Absolutely heartrending poem, but if I know Louisiana and Mississippi folk, they are tough, and they will rebuild in time! God be with them as they deal with this tragedy and the aftermath!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :( >tears <
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I think that is the toughest job.
Excellent write...
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Take care,
Sherry
Felix