It's funny, how things can be so different from one day to the next, how they can change in the blink of an eye. Yesterday, the sky stretched forever, clear as the truth; multicolored birds celebrated in joyful song from tree branches clothed in brand new Spring attire; people went about their daily lives, unconcerned that it all could be blown away in one fell swoop; the city's heart beat as it always had...and today, that pulse has stuttered to a stop. Dark clouds weep mournful tears; a pall of sadness hangs over the ruined city; the loss of life and property has been great. No birds sing today, for all of the trees are...gone. There is nothing good to sing about. It's funny, how things can be so different from one day to the next, how they can change in the blink of an eye...
So true, Karla. The image enhances the meaning of your write as well. Thank you. Be well. Love and peace to you.
Regis
Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader)
Reviewed on November 6, 2005
Sad and funny as in strange funny. excellent poem Karla. Really deep methodical poem the picture is awesome. i'm sure you see that sky. I never see that and i'm really kinda glad, a sky of horror.
Thanks for this Karla it really is a fantastic poem Great awakening.
Tracey xoox(c :)42
So true and in so many locations around the world it seems lately. One thing never changes though is the passion of your seeing eye to transpose your thoughts so expressively to paper.
We seem to walk through life believing that everything will always be alright and that tomorrow will be much like today. Often that may be true, but we all have seen how in the blink of an eye, life as we knew it ceased to exist. Excellent prose, Karla.
Take care,
Sherry
Wonderfully written. It as if you put life in a capsule and
launched it. . .only the capsule refused to lift off. For better or worse -- and far too often, it is for worse --, we are stuck with it.
The lowering, pregnant cloud in the photograph is the perfect illustration. Not to mix metaphors {moi--?}, but Karla, Luv, you have once again hit the nail right on the head. Love from a very, very dry but nevertheless lovely {for the moment} Chapel Hill,
North Carolina, Your friend and admirer, 'Pea' <3
There is a piece of literary poetry here if you would but . . . Oh, darn, you already have foujnd it and done quite nicely with it, thank you. From one moment to the next, that is about all life is about when you get right down to it.
The wand suit of the Tarot: This suit indicates animation, enterprise, energy, and growth. The wands depicted in the cards are always in leaf, suggesting the constant renewal of life and growth. The salamander is the reptile associated with wands. The Apocalypse animal is the lion. This is the suit of the laborer.
The sword suit of the Tarot: The swords express agression, strife, boldness, and courage. But sometimes they can mean hatred, battle, as in tornadoes and hurricanes, and enemies. This is the suit of misfortune and disaster. The Apocalypse figure is the eagle. This is the suit of the warrior.
In the blink of an eye, the neverending cycle of life, death, destruction, rebirth, rebuilding is in constant motion. Powerful prose, Karla!
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
Share
Print
Save
Follow
Thank you for reminding us.
You have inspired me.
Becca
One hell of a demon
Well done Karla
William .....Peace & Love
Catherine ):
and should be handled
with the greatest of care.
Love & Light,
Joseph
WOW! Terrifying picture, but this just makes your poem all the more real and meaningful! Solid effort here, keep on writing! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :(
Regis
Thanks for this Karla it really is a fantastic poem Great awakening.
Tracey xoox(c :)42
love and peace, Carole
your brother abdi-noor
Carmen :-)
Felix
Take care,
Sherry
launched it. . .only the capsule refused to lift off. For better or worse -- and far too often, it is for worse --, we are stuck with it.
The lowering, pregnant cloud in the photograph is the perfect illustration. Not to mix metaphors {moi--?}, but Karla, Luv, you have once again hit the nail right on the head. Love from a very, very dry but nevertheless lovely {for the moment} Chapel Hill,
North Carolina, Your friend and admirer, 'Pea' <3
Love,
Eileen
Michelle!
The wand suit of the Tarot: This suit indicates animation, enterprise, energy, and growth. The wands depicted in the cards are always in leaf, suggesting the constant renewal of life and growth. The salamander is the reptile associated with wands. The Apocalypse animal is the lion. This is the suit of the laborer.
The sword suit of the Tarot: The swords express agression, strife, boldness, and courage. But sometimes they can mean hatred, battle, as in tornadoes and hurricanes, and enemies. This is the suit of misfortune and disaster. The Apocalypse figure is the eagle. This is the suit of the warrior.
In the blink of an eye, the neverending cycle of life, death, destruction, rebirth, rebuilding is in constant motion. Powerful prose, Karla!
Sage
Love Tinka