Poetry Month: what was saved? 18 fo 30
It's here! It's National Poetry Month! I'll hoping to write a poem every day this month. I've decided to keep it simple this year. I'm going to write about whatever strikes me each day. I suppose it will be like a rollercoaster ride of poetry. You'll never be quite sure what you're in for from day to day.
Today's inspiration: a stop by Mary Lee's poem, After the Fire.
Like Mary Lee, I still think about the fire. What stays with me is the way spokespeople for the cathedral insist on staying focused on what was saved. I can't imagine what might be possible if we all focused on the strengths of all around us.
Images flashed,
fire raged,
hearts broke,
as the cathedral
burned.
Journalists raced
to the scene
for the story, asking:
"How much was
lost?"
Cathedral personal
refused to talk
about dollars,
damage,
loss.
Instead
turning their eyes
to what was saved,
salvageable. Narrative
shifting.
In the eve
of tremendous loss,
plans to treasure
items
saved.
Lessons in hope.
© Cathy L. Mere, 2019
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to what was saved,
salvageable. Narrative
shifting.
I admire those who worked so, so hard to stop what they could, then I read some ran into it to save things. It must have been heartbreaking as they worked. I like your call for all of us to turn to the good, Cathy. And that you wrote about the fire, too.
Like Linda, I love the stanza, "Instead, turning their eyes…" An important lesson for all of us! Thank you!
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