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Sunshine

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Listening to every heart

0 posted 2003-10-27 01:54 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.

[This message has been edited by Sunshine (10-27-2003 04:33 PM).]

Professor Gloom
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since 2000-07-23

Posts 3082
of Depression

1 posted 2003-10-27 02:03 PM

Growing is hard to do while the heroes fall,
I remember that November day well also
Things were never the same

Good poem bring back the memories

Gloom

Joyce Johnson

Member Rara Avis

since 2001-03-10

Posts 9912
Washington State

2 posted 2003-10-27 02:08 PM

I remember so well. I was traffic manager at a small radio station. We changed our music to a different format and held all commercials until after the funeral. It was my job to work them all back into our over burdened days after we went back to semi-normalcy. All the time weeping like everyone else. Love, Joyce

littlewing
Member Rara Avis

since 2003-03-02

Posts 9655
New York

3 posted 2003-10-27 03:07 PM

Karilea:
you write of someone, something, an era
I am fondly in touch with
and this makes me think of that photo
with Jackie and LBJ . . stained dress
and everything, strained look on her face
playing the part of hostess . . . still
and also John John . . . saluting his father
he never knew . . .

My sister was brought home on this day from this hospital . . .

Cold hard steel beneath the Earth
embodied truth, justice
A shell without a soul
taken by the same "man"
He himself, attempted to free
A forever flame burns
for cold hard steel beneath the Earth

Thank you for this
xxoo

[This message has been edited by littlewing (10-27-2003 03:09 PM).]

Magnus

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since 2001-10-10

Posts 14135
South Carolina, USA

4 posted 2003-10-27 03:54 PM

Oh yes,  clear as crystal...14 years old...
Latin class,  lunch behind us,  sitting there
with a teacher who could have easily been
a Roman Senator from Caesar's reign of
power...and the door opened...inquisitive
eyes watching intently, wondering if perhaps
it were a visit to the principal's office.

The shock of learning,  the numbness,  I
didn't know what to do...and when I went home,
my mother there crying before the screen of
a television....seeing all of the somber
sights from that day and the days to come...

I didn't leave that image upon that screen
unless I was forced to...and I cried, oh
how I cried...I still can,  thinking intently
back to a moment of history that changed
the course of my world....my life forever.

I do miss him,  for I admired him as much
as I ever have my father...and that is
saying a lot...

Thanx KJ,  for the time machine and some of
what we saw....that our children might just
once feel a part of the emotions that we did.

ethome
Member Patricius

since 2000-05-14

Posts 11858
New Brunswick Canada

5 posted 2003-10-27 04:02 PM

Thanks for sharing that Karilea.
It was a terrible day for all.

You truly expressed the feelings so well here.....

Eric

garysgirl

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since 2002-09-29

Posts 19237
Florida, USA

6 posted 2003-10-27 04:20 PM

Karilea, this is a wonderful write of a heartbreaking day in history. I could almost see the car they were riding in as he was shot. A horrible thing.

scorpio
Member Ascendant

since 2002-10-02

Posts 5178
right...there

7 posted 2003-10-27 04:42 PM

It seems like only yesterday...I still want to know who caused that day to happen and why.

believe in what your heart feels...

Dark Angel
Member Patricius

since 1999-08-04

Posts 10095

8 posted 2003-10-27 05:27 PM

The loss was felt way Down Under as well. I remember learning about him at school.

A great write Karilea

Most enjoyed.

Maree.

fate is not just
whose cooking smells good
but which way the wind blows

(Ani DiFranco)

Duncan
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since 2001-08-07

Posts 5455

9 posted 2003-10-27 06:14 PM

"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."

Made me smile and sigh remembering my own. Seems to be a reflective evening her at PIP. Really appreciated this one Kari!

Enchantress
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since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.

10 posted 2003-10-27 07:11 PM

Chilling memories Karilea..
Such a sad day and I was living in Michigan then.
~Heart Hugs, Sis~

~Time has cast a spell on you,
So you won't ever forget me~

kayjay
Member Elite

since 2002-06-24

Posts 2015
Oregon

11 posted 2003-10-27 07:19 PM

One of the three days one will always know where they were when the news broke. The other two, you may know, are the 21st birthday and the day one quits smoking.

Well told! KJ

Through rubble and trouble and dark of night
The yawn of a dawn will hasten the light

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