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Sunshine
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0 posted 2004-11-22 12:51 PM





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 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.





© Copyright 2004 Karilea Rilling Jungel - All Rights Reserved
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1 posted 2004-11-22 12:54 PM


Brava lady..
brava...

JL
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2 posted 2004-11-22 01:10 PM


I remember that day too.  I was in school… History class.
Sad day indeed.  I am reminded of it each year.

Changed my life in more ways than one.
My dad was in M.I. 4th Army HQ, Ft. Sam Houston, TX. at the time,
And he was in the group that was to coordinate the security.  
I was not privileged to the info until much later on,
after I joined the military.  I am still fascinated.

Good one.

JL


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3 posted 2004-11-22 01:19 PM


Extremely powerfully written...the vividness of heart, body, soul and mind woven throughout...you truly brought us there with you while our own experiences echoed in our heartbeats and rippled in our minds.

Whether on the shoal or on the shore,
I'll seek the lighthouse evermore.

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4 posted 2004-11-22 01:23 PM


a day not to be forgotten easily...and you have penned it well

Very good writing.

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5 posted 2004-11-22 02:32 PM


It is wonderful to see some of the poetry dedicated to JFK today.  Even though I am Canadian, he was without a doubt my favorite political figure.  I remember that I was devastated that day, and still this day miss his presence.  A very nice presentation Sunshine.
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6 posted 2004-11-22 02:42 PM


Brava::

truly moving, gripping read, Sunshine!

**Mari**

**Intoxicant to the SouL**

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7 posted 2004-11-22 03:08 PM


A moment penned in time ...
Martie
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8 posted 2004-11-22 03:18 PM


Thank you, Karilea.....
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9 posted 2004-11-22 05:37 PM


indeed!
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10 posted 2004-11-22 05:57 PM


"innocence

came and went, one November Friday."

Yes..yes it indeed did.
I was living in Michigan then..
how well I remember the day.

Well done.

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11 posted 2004-11-22 06:02 PM


Yes... thank you... Dealy Plaza... so different today... and yet... as I walked those sidewalks, my feet took me back in time... to a little girl and the school intercom... your title couldn't be more appropriate or your poem more true.
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12 posted 2004-11-22 07:12 PM


A beautiful flow of words and experience...James
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13 posted 2004-11-22 07:28 PM


"sounds that shattered innocence.."

No combination of words could ever say it better than that...

Susan
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14 posted 2004-11-22 07:57 PM


Not even close - but too young for Kennedy - I do however, remember the disbelief at the shooting or Regan - I can only imagine what it must have been like then - you penned this so well -

Susan

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15 posted 2004-11-22 09:30 PM


Was in catholic school, in church and the nuns whispered it down the pews "the president's been shot"

Recall vivdly seeing Ruby shoot Oslwald live on the sunporch TV. I was 10.

America hasn't been right since. Enjoyed the poem, wish it were from a bad dream.

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16 posted 2004-11-22 10:20 PM


i was 8
and too innocent to really grasp it, and truthfully i still can't completely.
i do remember the chill walking home from school that day, amid the cries of grownups
huddled close together.

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17 posted 2004-11-23 09:35 AM


A difficult time.  So much anguish, so many threads, so many secrets.  In nine more years the seal is broken.  Teach the young, who now are being taught it is just a video game, to read the real material and to pay attention to how a government can be stolen.
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