solidly broken.....

man made rivers

and laborer laid tracks

 

the shift of the train by

shift of guided rails

 

orange cones and piles of

broken concrete;in no comparison

with cracked concrete in a side walk
with a flower to fill its open seam

 

these broken piles of concrete

were once someones solid foundation;

their sacred space;and their sacred place

 

____

 

as i pass on a familiar road...

...there is a stretch of land that's bare

 

just some time before,

that bareness was clothed with

lives that roamed and people calling it "home" 

 

i often wonder where they now lay their heads

and how many hopes and dreams have been broken in half

 

how many of them are trying to explain

to their small children

that money is more important

than love of the human being;and how that is so

 

my heart cries for them

and the blink of my eyes sadden..

 

...while construction takes place

pockets get filled with devalued and skewed paper bills

but while that is happening,

families are empty inside.......
....with no place to call.."home"

 

 

-While one man gets richer by the moment;a man forever remembers
 his broken pride and his fainted dream.-

s.davis,writer/poet

4.16.08

Reviews

[Rajdulari]

in new orleans

i still see the water lines

rust etched into the worn paint

on third and fourth generation homes

husks of memories

the laughter that tinkled inside them

long gone

an entire people

razed to the ground

in an instant

nothing left of their beauty that once grazed the earth

just a hollow shell

and a water line

and i wonder....

how much more time

it would have taken

to build the wall

high enough

to save the little girls

the elders

who sat on porches in the ninth ward

passing along traditions to the young ones with a simple glance

to save the musicians

the painters

the griots of our generation

now

"home" is anywhere but

and years later

we still duck our heads in sorrow

and speak with a whisper

of those we left behind...

[X]

aww.
darling. this is a good piece.
it's different than your usual style of writing, which isn't bad because it's good to try new things every once in a while.
you did a really amazing job and it seems to me that a lot of thought went into writing this.
i'm proud of you baby.
=]
monica.

[justjenn_2u]

"They paint paradise to put up a parking lot" as the song goes. You are a deep thinker and it shows in this poem. An empathetic poem with a pure reason. Nice write!

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Good job. Well written and thought out. Thank you for sharing. Debileah