For 1,200 miles
Through the Rocky Mountains,
Fields of straw and corn.
I smelled the powder
Drifting with a breeze,
Unseasonably cold
In late July.
I felt the earth beneath me
shiver as the grounds
across a continent,
a nation mourned.
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Very well said. A moving poem and post.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jimmy.
DeleteSo, so sad, Ben. Words seem so inadequate. I was thinking if it had been one of my children or relatives and I cannot imagine the pain & shock those families must be going through...so senseless and tragic.
ReplyDeletexo,
Marion
"Life and death are balanced on the edge of a razor." ~Homer, Iliad
your words have much respect and power in them.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Aguilar. I felt really passionate on this one.
DeleteOh this is so heartfelt here and across the miles..Such a nice tribute Ben..
ReplyDeleteYes, it's truly amazing the distance pain travels.
DeleteAnd we breathe, Ben, we breathe.
ReplyDeleteAnd cry. Beautiful. Ben.
Yes, because too often they are one in the same.
DeleteBen...you are a genuinely gentle soul...and a a good man.
ReplyDeleteAnd one day my friend we will be sitting on writers panels wondering what we did to deserve it :-)
Oh, yes. We need to get back into our story together.
Deletethoughtful words on a tragic day.
ReplyDeletenicely done ben.
Thanks, Lisa. I put what I could into it.
DeleteYes, very carefully and beautifully written..reality puncturing the sky..jae
ReplyDeleteYes, my sky has grown quite porous lately.
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