The Lighter Side of JzB

Here you will find photos, poetry, and possibly some light-hearted foolishness. For the Heavier Side
of JzB
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Every day visits*
From Moose, Goose, and Orb Weaver
All seized by Haiku


"Why moose and goose?" you may ask. Back on 2/04/13 Pirate wrote a haiku with an elk in it, and I responded with
one with a moose and then included him every day. A few days later in comments Mystic asked "Where's the goose?"
So I started including her with this post on 2/07. A week later on the 14th, Mark Readfern
asked for and received a spider. The rest is history.

*Well, most days, anyway. Grant me a bit of poetic license.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Sunday Whirl

Wordle 87



I wasn't going to do it this way.  I've already spoken out, and  Mystic handled it with such power and grace.  I wanted to do something frivolous, magical, enigmatic  .  .  .

I thought it might be fun to find a phrase to start each of 13 haiku to employ our baker's dozen words.  So I went to page 56 of my old paperback copy of Charles deLint's short story collection The Ivory And The Horn, and in the story "The Forest Is Crying" found this sentence.  "So he only had two images of them: down and out, or dressed in khaki, carrying an assault rifle."

Then the wordle words cried out to me.  So I cooperated with the inevitable. And now I am crying.

Reflections at Sandy Hook

An assault rifle
Quickest way to top off
Your list of victims

An assault rifle
speaks.  Now no way to lighten
Grief for those families

An assault rifle
Brings to visibility
A madman's sickness

An assault rifle
Speaks. Nothing to listen to
But report and screams

An assault rifle
Blast signalling the end of
An innocent life

An assault rifle
Slicks the corridors with pools
Of innocent blood

An assault rifle
Leaves no time for a gentle
Sigh - just violent death

An assault rifle
Speaks death.  Responder rushes
To the scene  .  .  .  Too late

An assault rifle
Scratches at the psychopath's
Wild murderous itch

An assault rifle
Left no doubt about how the
event unfolded

An assault rifle
Reflected in the glassy
Stare of madman's eyes

An assault rifle
Pierces a milky tableau
Leaving children dead

An assault rifle
And predictably we have
One more tragic end



9 comments:

  1. Thank you for visiting my non-story verse.

    My tears are added to the collective.

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  2. Tragic-my heart is heavy over this senseless act. Someone must of seen it coming, surely they must have. Thanks for sharing this.

    Pamela
    p.s. love your prelude to the comments, there is far too much "snark" from some folks out there.

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  3. Wow, really powerful use of the words. The whole world is crying for the victims and their families.
    Thank you for your kind words on my blog. And thanks for the correction, english is not my first language, so these mistakes slip in sometimes :-)

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  4. The powerful use of repetition drills home the message unequivocally. The way you have constructed this shows the sincerity of your grief and invites us to share.

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  5. Predictably...is right.

    Thank you for visiting the Dept. and adding your comments. You have been missed!

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  6. Your poem really brings the message home. Very powerful. Thank you for sharing it.

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  7. well handled. I have to be honest, I'm not really ready for all these 'wordles' about the Sandy Hook tragedy - it seems a bit tasteless to be writing odes to dead children and psychopaths, but...that's just my opinion. that said, I think you did a better job than most. thanks.

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  8. Thanks, all.

    Mama P -

    It's not a matter of taste. It's grief, coping and catharsis. It wasn't hyperbole when I said I was crying.

    And this collection of words almost defies any joyful interpretation.

    This was not what I intended to do, but it almost seems predestined.

    JzB

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  9. Thank you for visiting my blog. I can find no "light-hearted banter" in response to your writing. I am riddled and can easily understand why you are crying,

    Elizabeth

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This is a fun blog. Light-hearted banter is welcome. Snark is not. If you want to fight, find my other blog.

Play nice, and we'll all have fun.

I like to return visit, when I can - but I need to find you. If you have multiple blogs, please leave a direct link to the appropriate post.

Cheers!
JzB