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Katrina, Two Year Anniversary: THE LUCKY ONES
by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner → (All Poetry by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner)
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Daddy doing better--still sick, but more responsive, fever down. Thanks for your prayers, please keep them coming.
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With today being the two year anniversary of Katrina, imagined myself a survivor recounting their memories to a reporter. Have no idea what they went through, but this may be close.

God be with those affected, especially those who lost loved ones.

[WHAT DO YOU RECALL?]
Ummm ... early morning
when it made landfall.
Needles in the wind
and rain, reminders
of who's in control.
Rain pricked eyes, banshee
wail tried to -- scary,
but we survived.  Lost
some shingles, a pane
of glass -- man.  We were
lucky ... made it through
the worst Nature could
[HEAVY SIGH].  A f t e r:
can't talk without -- know
what it's like to have
fifteen feet of flood
chase you to the roof,
into the heat?  No
time to grab food or
water:  rose too fast.
Seein' bodies bloat
by -- do you know  what
that does?  They were the
lucky ones.  Made it
to shelter, all of
us, relocated
to Houston:  ain't home.
Got no home to go --
been two YEARS.  Tryin'
to get on with my
life ... those that died, they
were the lucky ones.
[WHY DO YOU SAY THAT?]
Why, you ask?  THEY don't
have the memories ........
[BROKEN SOBS:  TAPE ENDS]

(c) 2007, Karla Dorman (8/29)


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 Reviews of "Katrina, Two Year Anniversary: THE LUCKY ONES"
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
Reviewed on September 1, 2007
Great offering and tribute to that day!!

love Tinka

Reviewed by Rose Rideout
Reviewed on August 30, 2007
Karla I am glad to hear your Dad is doing better and yes we will keep him in our prayers. Karla we can only imagine what everyone went through with Katrina and I guess it proves all memories are not good ones dear. Thank you for sharing these heartbreaking words and making us realize lucky we really are. Take care.
Newfie Hugs and prayers, Rose

Reviewed by Georg Mateos
Reviewed on August 30, 2007
Those memories will be on festering the Nation's conscience until somebody has the courage to come forward and say sorry...meaning it.
Georg

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
Reviewed on August 30, 2007
i am glad your father is doing better
a very tough write here-

Reviewed by John Leko
Reviewed on August 30, 2007
Wonderful write...flooded thoughts...needles in the wind...reminders.
John

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
Reviewed on August 29, 2007
Outdid yourself with this one! Oh so very emotional and heartfelt......

Be safe,
Karen

Reviewed on August 29, 2007
Wow as always I am amazed at the power of your poetry, I was watching AC 360 earlier, and an image caught my eye, a childs doll that lay on the ground all muddy, but whole it made me think of all the children that were lost that day
God Bless
Michelle~

Reviewed by E T Waldron
Reviewed on August 29, 2007
Deeply felt and most likely spot on the way many felt! Good work Karla!

ET

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Reviewed on August 29, 2007
Powerful writing sweet lady,glad your dad is feeling much better,my prayers are with you all ...HUgss

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on August 29, 2007
I feel ot of the loop. Yet I feel if it were NY, Washington, etc, things would be diffo...I'm prolly wrong but racial discrimination is still kicking?

Reviewed by Felix Perry
Reviewed on August 29, 2007
Very good write and yes you did a great job of putting yourself in the victims place...can feel the pain and frustration.

Fee

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce
Reviewed on August 29, 2007
Prayers for those who have passed and have survived. You are very thoughtful!

Thaank you for reading and commenting of my work! You're an angel!!!

Sandie May Angel :o)

Reviewed by Jerry Engler
Reviewed on August 29, 2007
We'll not know, when we are charged with going on living, whether the dead were the lucky ones until we go to join them. I have smelled the stench of what the tornado leaves behind, and it isn't nice. Your poem takes me to a thousand disasters remembered, the world groans under them. Thanks Karla...Jerry

Reviewed by Barbara Terry
Reviewed on August 29, 2007
Everyone said it all, so I have no words except: God bless all those who survived this terrible tragedy, and bless the souls of those who died from Mother Nature's wrath, and their families who still struggle to make sense of it all. Thank you Karla, this was as good as tho you were really there. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace one earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), little sister, Barbie

Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper
Reviewed on August 29, 2007
Karla, just to let you know how poignant your poem is, when I read the last part of it my chest began to swell and tears flooded my eyes. What an awful tragedy of nature for mankind.

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on August 29, 2007
You can certainly get to that point when depression bogs you down into the muck and mire of what has happened and the realization that things will NEVER be the same as they were again . . .

Reviewed by Walt Hardester
Reviewed on August 29, 2007
Wow, heavy stuff Karla.

Walt

Reviewed on August 29, 2007
Powerful account of what a victim of the hurricane must have gone through; you made us feel as though *YOU* experienced Katrina! WOW, what a powerful, hardhitting, heartbreaking poem you have penned; just fantastic writing! BRAVA!!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <

Reviewed by Mr. Ed
Reviewed on August 29, 2007
Those horrifying memories will very sadly live on forever, for many many souls.

Reviewed on August 29, 2007
Thank you Karla for sharing your words and remembering. I remember and I shall never forget!

Peace and blessings,
~Gwendolyn


Reviewed on August 29, 2007
Oh Karla you write so convincingly of the horror and sadness.

Reviewed by Jennave Coz
Reviewed on August 29, 2007
You paint a riveting picture, Painful to read,A whole new perspective on Lucky To Be Alive, comes to mind. Thank you for reaching past your pain to let me see your life. I'm Thankful you survived.Jen


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