Reality 101: It's hell to be poor and worse to be disabled and poor. Experience one man's tragedy up close and personal. For a deeper view, read my story of the same title in Stories.
Ronald, you wrote such a vivid heart wrenching piece here, I was in that water and so very afraid as the water kept getting higher reading along. Your SO right: Hellva way to die!
Great Job, very intense write
Ripped right through my heart and soul with this terrifying write! It is even more horrifying when put from a helpless victim's viewpoint. Exceptional composition. It really does put things in perspective and makes me appreciate what I have even more. Thanks for sharing this powerful timeless creation. Blessings to you.
wish it was that easy Ron, they say bacterial soap don't really work, or regular soap is just as good, anyway a germ is a germ, whether from dirt or sperm
A hellava way indeed, Ron. Tragedy abounds and we will never know all the reasons why people stayed; hope over reason in many cases I suppose. For each person who died, they is a very frightening story that will never be told. Thank you for telling his.
Take care,
Sherry
Gutting, Ron. Your ability to articulate such acute vulnerability and soul-tearing tragedy is staggering. Suddenly I am totally aware of the simple things I take for granted with each of my living breaths: health, fitness, relative wealth and independence. Poverty has been described as "Having no choice", and I don't think I've ever read anything that quite sums this statement up like this powerful write of yours. Brave and sobering to say the least. Thank you for this courage and for making me stop and consider deeply. Bless you, Kate xx
My whole body is shaking after this read..very deeply felt my friend!!
Love Tinka
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on September 11, 2005
Very disturbing write because of the reality of this situation. Great capture of this type of horror.
Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on September 11, 2005
Ron, I have just learned something... a simple thing, really, shoulda known it long ago: I can't stop crying just because I want to, just so I can read something, just to avoid the hiccups, so annoying when your throat begins to close from all that crying.
The recurring cuplet in your poem: I found myself waiting to read it again, after each stark, visual verse... like a brief chorus that punctuates a song. Here, you have written from a viewpoint easily overlooked, or avoided, thinking what's there already is painful enough.
I am entirely awed by the delivery, dialectic perfection. I felt the water, I felt the panic and the reality of it... an amazing and important poem, I think. katy xox
The fortunate inherit riches, prestige, positive notoriety. Those not so lucky bear legacies filled with poverty, infamy or, worse yet, the unhinged insanity and murderous urges of their ancestors.
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Shattering! Hell, indeed...powerfully expressed nightmare for far too many. BRAVA!
This needs to be shouted from the rooftops! NO MORE!!!!!!!!!!!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Great Job, very intense write
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Tina
Jimmy
peace and love, Carole
Ripped right through my heart and soul with this terrifying write! It is even more horrifying when put from a helpless victim's viewpoint. Exceptional composition. It really does put things in perspective and makes me appreciate what I have even more. Thanks for sharing this powerful timeless creation. Blessings to you.
Cynthia
Take care
Take care,
Sherry
Love Tinka
The recurring cuplet in your poem: I found myself waiting to read it again, after each stark, visual verse... like a brief chorus that punctuates a song. Here, you have written from a viewpoint easily overlooked, or avoided, thinking what's there already is painful enough.
I am entirely awed by the delivery, dialectic perfection. I felt the water, I felt the panic and the reality of it... an amazing and important poem, I think. katy xox