Remember

 

Photographic art, “Sidney” by Julie Powell

 

Remember 

By Leslie Noyes

Drums and bullets, flags and fervor, we sweep up after and send off prayers.

Disembodied, disbelief; lives discarded randomly, scattered into layers.

We weep without restraint for the city of lights, while honoring her resilience 

No torrent of terror can quell her ultimately exuberant existence.

Songs of mourning and songs of praise intermingle seamlessly,

Joie vient le matin humanity sings in voices lifted triumphantly.

Check out photographer Julie Powell’s blog at https://juliepowell2014.wordpress.com/

Bucket List

In response to the Daily Post’s Daily Prompt

Kick it: What’s the 11th Item on your bucket list?

There’s a hole in my bucket,
Or so I believe,
The older I get
The bigger the peeve.
I cross one item off,
And up crops another,
You’d think by my age
I’d not even bother.
Yet if I were counting
From top to the bottom,
Item eleven would be
Seeing Paris in Autumn.

Peace, people

Simply Speaking

simply speaking
i feel helpless,
useless, wasted.

simply speaking
i feel anguished,
broken, crushed.

no complicated
phrases convey
this despair:

again.