Chris Rose's book by the same title inspired this one.
Image (c) 2007, Karla Dorman
1 Dead In Attic,
Did I know ya? Did ya serve me beignets and chickory coffee down on the banks of the mighty Mississip? Or were you the homeless Veteran that asked me for a dollar so you could get yourself something to eat? Or were you the little kid with the great big eyes peekin shyly from behind the safety of your Mama? Or were you the guy with the Cajun accordion playin such sweet sweet music that set my feet to dancin?
"Name sounds familiar" what a powerful ending to a powerful piece. Great write.
Reviewed by Jerry Newton (Reader)
Reviewed on December 3, 2007
Karla,
Too many of us don't take the time to think about who the misfortunate are. We should be more attentive, the next time it might be us. Thanks for opening my eyes. jln
Hi Karla -super flow to this thoughtful piece, great sounds, lovely words, (what's a beignet, i am off to find out, they sound delicious!) - super poetry that is vivid and provokes much thought - enjoyed :o)Nicky x
WOW Karla, what a way with wording you do have!
NOpe, I was the one passing out phamplets and YOU did take one, Thanks!
YOu ended this beautifully! I can see it all happening!
Much Love. Light, Peace and Hugs, Warrior Gypsy Lady Purple Sheeeoox
Nah, I was the bum sitting playing my old six string outside the liquor store for nickels and dimes. Just kidding a great work and a good message passed along as well. We should never ignore what we see.
Its hard to say anymore - so many pass in strange ways and so many seem to resemble someone we've met. One of your best dear Karla. Blessings ...
Richard
Reviewed by Walker Jackson (Reader)
Reviewed on November 5, 2007
Makes me yearn for one more trip to N'Awlins. Red beans and ricely...
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on November 5, 2007
Well hell, Karla, you've come up with a damn good'un, that what I'm talking about . . . Love this one . . .
I can only imagine how many people reflected in your eyes during that terrible warring storm. Your poem is a delightful way of looking back, remembering, and trying to put names to faces you recall. Well done.
One can only wonder, Karla! Very powerful and heartbreaking write; may we never see another Katrina ever again in our lifetime! Very well penned; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
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Too many of us don't take the time to think about who the misfortunate are. We should be more attentive, the next time it might be us. Thanks for opening my eyes. jln
This one got me right in the solar plexis.
A treasure.
love,
Kathy
Love,
annie
NOpe, I was the one passing out phamplets and YOU did take one, Thanks!
YOu ended this beautifully! I can see it all happening!
Much Love. Light, Peace and Hugs, Warrior Gypsy Lady Purple Sheeeoox
STay Positive!
Fee
Be safe,
Karen
God Bless
Michelle~
well peened
peace & love be with you
William
I can see "the great big eyes" and hear the sound of the "Cajun accordion"...
I like the way you ended this. Striking.
Axilea
Christine
Walt
Love,
Susan
Georg
Peace,
Dan
Newfie Hugs On the way, Rose
Richard
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
"1 Dead in Attic" strikes the sense of social responsibility.
I salute You, Poet.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU