Contrailsdissipatinginspire starry wonder--It’s as if the plane touched the ground.Rushingfear fills, spills messily over--Are you okay, Mama?None of us isokay.
7.18.2014
On the Day a Plane Was Shot Down From the Sky
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How can individuals be okay when the world isn't? And children born to inherit the wasteland...
ReplyDeleteIt is tragic.
Doesn't it seem impossible? Shouldn't it be? So many lives lost, so much heartbreak and still we don't learn other ways to solve our problems.
ReplyDeleteYour children's voices in this poem make it even more heartbreaking. Such a world for them to grow up in. So sad, Marian.
ReplyDeleteCan we be? Will we be?
ReplyDeleteIt takes away such a lot from all our lives. Hope diminished by too many 'Here we go agains'.
The world is a less safe place.
ReplyDeleteEchoing the feeling... For to be "okay" with the world at this time, is to lack the humanity that would give us the right to be part of it. Definitely not okay.
ReplyDeleteFrom Behind, my Monday Open Link entry.
Safety is one of our dearest illusions--like peace, seemingly born only to be shattered into a million fragments by forces we can't begin to understand, let alone control. Short sharp and painfully true, Marian.
ReplyDeleteI don't believe we will ever be able to wrap our arms around this ....
ReplyDelete"are you ok mama" so touching... this was such a shocking thing to do... so very awful!
ReplyDeletehow is it that we are such compassionate beings yet forget that this is the essence of humanity… that everyone matters?
ReplyDelete*sigh* I don't know if this is what you were after here, but what I thought of is how, when something awful like this happens, I get the strong urge to make contact with everyone I love and know they are okay...even if that's an illusion.
ReplyDelete… are you ok? silence. all of what is going on is so frightening.
ReplyDeleteNo, none of us are OK, even though we must go on. The small details here carry such immense weight.
ReplyDeletedamn. ~
ReplyDeleteSo very true here, Marian. The plane, probably being depressurized and then fallen to the ground, still we want to ask, "are you okay, Mama," "as if the plane touched the ground" and we look for survivors. Sooo hard to believe. I hardly can.
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