I don’t do poetry. Except when I do.
We were gathered today
Talking, writing, laughing
When the text came
A shooting today
In her school
In her classroom
Last day of class, a joyous event
Presentations, posters, final projects
Then he stood, fired
And they fell
Two more hang on
Lockdown and chaos
Students running, hiding
Hands in air
Suspect in custody
Very powerful Emilie, thank you for sharing.
Thanks. I was just so, so outraged! I’m sick of shootings in schools. I’m sick of shootings, period.
Thanks, Nathan. I NEVER write poetry except under duress. But somehow, I wrote this after the last shooting gin North Carolina. Now I want to dabble in more. We’ll see what happens!
Wow- very intense, my Auntie Em – thank you ❤️❤️❤️
I don’t do poetry! But this is what came out in response to the shooting a few weeks ago in North Carolina.
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There should be a “subscribe” button there somewhere! I’ll look and see if I can spot it.
I’m about to launch a full website that will have my blog and promo my books!
Am online briefly w/o time to see news options.. I am so sorry.
Lovely poem, if poems about tragic deaths can be lovely. I’m glad you tapped into pure emotion and wrote it.
For some reason, I just saw this! Thanks. I was feeling quite raw.
When perusing articles about ‘the wall’ I often think of you and your feedback. I recently told someone that if I had the luxury of three or so months for a ‘timeout’ I would go live in a remote area by the ‘wall’ and immerse with the local traditions/ note the wildlife, and just observe – then share my experiences…. seeing the news these days is quite hard from afar. the fires in California with such graphic images, yet also wrenching are the ‘ego against ego’ warring between intellectual people……. why can’t people just be good?! thank goodness there are people like you who add a balance of goodness!
Thank you. And if you ever do get time, I usually have a spare room. Someone’s staying there now but she’ll be gone in a week or so. Reserve early!
Wow! Thanks for sharing.
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Mary, I am just so so sick of these assaults on our young people!
Now, having come to believe in reincarnation; I find myself not wanting to come back to this evil, broken world. I hope I am sent to a kinder planet for the next incarnation. Meanwhile, your poem is timely. Words become a song that we loathe to hear, but they must be spoken. Thank you!
Thanks. For some reason, I just saw this. I wouldn’t want to come back either except maybe as a lion charged with tracking and killing hunters.
It can be so distressing to hear this happening again and again. Beautiful expression Emilie 💕
Just came across this whole looking through your current blog. What’s unreal – and so sad- is that you wrote this 4 years ago- and it couldn’t be more relevant today. I love you auntie Em!!!!! ❤️
I don’t know which one you read. It doesn’t tell me that, it just tells me that you responded.
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