Monday, March 31, 2014

JACKSON SQUARE, NOLA













There is a museum
just off the square
—Presbytere—
If you have time
to visit it...
plan to;
the videos
of Katrina
will burst
upon your
consciousness
Leave you
shivering
Wondering
what it took
to heal
What strength
must be rooted
in the people
that live here—
They have been
torn apart
more than once
And know much
about mending lives...
and souls.
Identifying rows
of the dead
Laying them to rest
above ground
Dancing their
loved ones
into heaven
on a prayer
And a hymn voiced
growl.



2 comments:

  1. Lovely images weave through this piece, Sharon. I've never visited New Orleans, and have always wanted to do so. Your poem leaves me yearning for that visit even more!

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  2. "Dancing loved ones into Heaven on a prayer"--oh how I love this, for all that there is tragedy, loss within.

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