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Sounds that Shattered
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Sounds that Shattered |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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Sounds that Shattered I remember enjoying Fridays, simply because it was either macaroni & cheese or cheesy pizza and Fridays were the days I saved for school lunches to relish the taste of youth. I remember enjoying innocence simply, because my world had been sheltered and yes, I knew of life and death but I was {almost} twelve and inexperienced I remember times of edginess, simply because I didn’t yet fully understand words like fey, or perception, or intuition although I could spell them very well. ~*~ Sounds shattered in Texas that Friday, I knew it in the running of a teacher, down long hallways of education, talking to the teachers, then running, as teachers crumbled, and crumpled asking an already still classroom to please, be quiet, as she shattered our innocence in a few words but intuitively, we {I} began to feel the repercussions ripple forward into our {my} forever-changed lives as we were excused for lunch, to go, please, eat, we will let you know if you will be going home; we did as we were told, talking in whispers, some of us not whispering at all, but wanting to know only safety. ~*~ They kept saying she was dressed in pink, but black and white forces you to use your imagination, so we only saw shadows on her skirt, as if some dirt had forever stained her suit. There was no magazine for People then, that colorfully played the moment again, and again, only three t.v. stations to broadcast shadows as horses slowly clopped, carrying the fate of a nation; only pages of Time held print in silent remembrance of a man who passed too soon, the media not casting Camelot aside wickedly until decades later, and we would learn more than we cared to know. Some moments ~ a day, or time, a bowl of creamy mac & cheese, a smell, or a color pink bring back the sound of footsteps, running, whispers of fear, feelings gone insecure, when the sounds that shattered innocence came and went, one November Friday. (c) 11/2004 krj |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
I still shiver when riding past that building...wondering about the grassy knoll and other things. cool stuff lady |
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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
You took me right back to the time and place I remember hearing the news...like it was yesterday..like only you can. |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
I too remember that day. It shook the world. Still a matter of widespread debate in some circles. Old Joe was connected to the mob.....Ah...?? You captured the moment beautifully here Karilea Superb! Eric |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
Posts 1306Mi now |
Fantastic writing... I had a visceral reaction to the read... I do not remember it (I was a baby) yet the personal angle of seeing through the N`s eyes (yours) brought the experience to me... the fear and loss of simple innocence and trust.. there is so much, here...what a write, K~! I am sure we will read many `where were you` tales about 911 someday, too...  My best to you~ Amaryllis |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
VERY well written! ... I particularly love the thought of: 'enjoying innocence simply' ! I also (all too clearly) remember that day (and several other similar 'events') ... Those experiences (plus Viet Nam) destroyed forever my 'belief' in several things ... particularly the "Runaway American Dream" ... MUCH (long-sustained) applause for this most effective 'penning' !! |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
I was in Pasadena, California. I've never been comfortable with the government cover-up. This was so well written. . . . and the Raven said, %!~#&(&#!$! |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
I was older then.I ran with my camera in New Haven Ct. to get a picture of him as he rode in that open convertible waving to the crowed who gathered along the way. I had to hold my dinky camera up over the heads of the crowd and guess.I got a good photo but the photo came out very light.I wonderd as I watched the cavaran of cars why he insisted on going to Texas at that time and again riding in an open convertible.I had felt then it was a huge mistake.I don't remember exactly why,but the feeling was it would not be safe to do what he was doing there in Ct. when he went to Texas. |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Excellent memory for one who was so young at the time. Enjoyed this very much. jo |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
Though I was far too young to have any recollection or feelings about these tragic events, I can certainly appreciate your words. I'm sure the experience was similar to my own, being a teacher and having to walk into a classroom on September 11. I can still remember my father on the phone telling me, "We're under attack." These were very odd and frightening words to hear. Especially from someone who had been stationed at Guantanomo Bay during the Cuban Missle Crisis. As always, your words have a power unto themselves. Thank you for sharing. Peace. "We'll chase them like rats across the tundra." |
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Prasad Nataraj Senior Member
since 2008-05-29
Posts 1149Bangalore,India |
Seen it to t.v so often, tragic incident and great loss. Your writing took me to that time and place. Fine writing.  "Hardwork pays in the long run" |
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Spiros Zafiris Senior Member
since 2002-10-20
Posts 982Canada |
..well written poem, Sunshine..captures the moment from a child's eyes but with the wisdom of a poet/historian ..>>spiros |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Sissie...Thanks for bringing this back to me. It is something that should not be forgetten. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I am thankful that so many of you remember this particular day in your life. It was a defining moment. I read this poem at our writing group's meeting the other evening. Only one of our group, and considering her age, it was understood...as she did not understand the who of it. I only had to speak one name: Kennedy. Then her historical learning leaned in and she said, "oh, yeah." But that is as it is; past poets have spoken of other worldly events...and unless one can take in a space of time or named decades, they can only wonder if this is, indeed, only fact, or fiction. The question becomes, do we need to title such entries. Your comments, and my listener's reaction, make me think on how to propose such poems in the future. [And here I thought Camelot would have given it away.] But I'm old.  Again, my great appreciation to all who might have read this and not for the first time. Happy Thanksgiving, my friends. My love to you all. |
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Earl Brinkman Senior Member
since 2010-03-03
Posts 1183Osaka, Japan |
This happended a year before I was born but I grew up with stories of Camelot from school and an aunt. How she still loves him! She has a collection of photographs that she will never part with. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This is an excellent expression of your remembered thoughts and feelings, Karilea. I stand in awe of your talent. Well done! |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Camelot definitely should give it away, Karilea. I too, remember. I was in 7th grade chorus when the finality of it was announced over the intercom. How still the world became for us, except for the tears... There are many events we shall never forget.  wishing you and yours a pleasant Thanksgiving holiday.M |
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gilead Senior Member
since 2008-03-10
Posts 1067nevada, USA |
An excellent write, Sunshine. I remember getting into a taxicab to ride to school, and the driver said so nonchalantly, "Well, they got him." When I inquired about what and who? all else that followed was numbness and darkness. Thanks for the poem, Art |
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crosscountry83 Member
since 2009-07-30
Posts 345 |
Wow.. I've really missed reading your poetry. I can't really think of anything to say that will do your work justice, so I guess I'll just say that I'm speechless at what you can do with words. |
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threadbear Senior Member
since 2008-07-10
Posts 817Indy |
I do so love your serious side, Kar. Few people can touch the vibe inside of us, that is a common chord of feeling, like you do. ...and don't we all long for the simpler days of 'mac and cheese?' excellent excellent work, K, Jeff |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
I remember the silence, except for the buzz of the clock on the green walls of the class room and those same feelings of being lost since such a travesty could shatter the peace of a small rural town such as ours, where everyone knew everyone and were neighbors. I feel it again reading your words, and I just listened to a news report this evening of a young Jihadist in Portland who tried to set off a bomb at a celebration where people least expected such atrocity. It is malignant, the hatred. No day is left for mac and cheese and innocence...  |
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