Seeing all the devastation from Greensburg, Kansas, brought this one on ... help your fellow man when disaster strikes.
"Red Thunder" image (c) 2005, Karla Dorman.
... Looking at all of the debris, broken memories blown to the far corners of the state, one can only wonder how anyone survived Nature's fury. Entire neighborhoods reduced to pick up sticks, a game nobody wants to play as they hold another bit of the old life in their hands. The curious and the thief stand side by side as strangers roll up their sleeves and get to work, observing ever present cameras. The reporters ask those wandering the ruined landscape what it was like to ride out the storm but there is no time to talk. There is a town to rebuild; it can't be done if people are flapping their jaws instead of picking up hammers and saws to git er done. Those left behind feel the intensity of the wind and flex their shoulders, determined to make things bright and new again. But where are the birds and the trees which once stood tall? Where will they gather when the next storm comes over the horizon? Will y'all just shut UP and hand me those nails?
You are right dear friend, much restoration to be done, such a sad and tragic storm! Makes one count their blessings. Well written my friend!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Why is that? that all those morons standing with a microphone in the middle of a wind storm asking how you feel after losing everythink?
Someone should shove that microphone deep, very deep.
Georg
A supurb write you have penned. Some folks will stay and rebuild if they can, others will dust themselves off and simply move on. Trust in God, you will know what path to follow. God bless all those people, resiliant as they are. Great job!
Karla, you always amaze me with your poems in response to natural disaster and current events. you have a keen insight and the ability to translate what needs to be said and done into a piece that calls us all to a greater response and a deeper truth. Dawn
Excellamt statement on the resilancy of the human race...we can be brought to our knees but we will always rise and rebuild for we do not give up. Well done.
Fee
Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader)
Reviewed on May 10, 2007
Yes, a powerful write and I hate those news people who ask those stupid questions of people who have just lived through this. Lady J
A powerful call to arms; we should do all we can to help the people of Kansas and all those affected by the recent spate of bad weather. Great message in this one; a heartrending read but one that brims with hope. Great job; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin sis, Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on May 10, 2007
We just had eight oaks taken down... Danger after youths set them ablaze. Did you know England has the most tornados, but the don't come to much as the land is just a tad smaller than america, 5 Englands can fit into Texas.. Funny if we drive 100 miles it's a vacation, over there it's a meal out...
Great write Karla. You can rebuild but it takes many years to grow a tree. Nothing can replace the birds, trees and years of work and growing, now blown away . Bless you... Joyce
Well scribed as usual Karla. We must press on whatever the course, says Paul. It's always sad when loss like this happens. The strength and courage is in the willingness to rebuild, knowing that the next storm is just beyond the horizon. Excellent write!
Well written, Karla. I hope those poor people's spirit is strong enough to enable them to pick up that hammer and nails. Do they wonder how many times they'll have to rebuild? I sure hope only once. God help them!
But where are the birds
and the trees which once stood tall? Where will
they gather when the next storm comes
over the horizon?
.... This is amazing, Karla... how you juxtapose that surreal "just gettin on with the job in hand" with the numbed shock and tangential thoughts we can have in the midst of severe and life-threatening crisis. All at once voyeuristic and unbelievably personally visceral and nerve-shattering. Excellent work as always. You are the Poet-Journalist amongst us. Bless you and keep safe! LOL Kate xx
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Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Regis
Love Tinka
Someone should shove that microphone deep, very deep.
Georg
just shut UP and hand me those nails?
Yes, Maam! And they truly do need far more help and far less talk - especially from politicians.
God Bless
Michelle~
Be safe,
Karen
Fee
A powerful call to arms; we should do all we can to help the people of Kansas and all those affected by the recent spate of bad weather. Great message in this one; a heartrending read but one that brims with hope. Great job; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin sis, Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
God Bless
Love always
Lena
But where are the birds
and the trees which once stood tall? Where will
they gather when the next storm comes
over the horizon?
.... This is amazing, Karla... how you juxtapose that surreal "just gettin on with the job in hand" with the numbed shock and tangential thoughts we can have in the midst of severe and life-threatening crisis. All at once voyeuristic and unbelievably personally visceral and nerve-shattering. Excellent work as always. You are the Poet-Journalist amongst us. Bless you and keep safe! LOL Kate xx
Peace,
Bill