Red buses
Line up
Students
Locals
Line up
Roll up
Flex pump up
Angry to spill
For what was
Spilled
Blood
Defies us
Denies us
Unites us
Cleanses us
Cures us
Defines us
To the rest of the world
Would rather be
Walt’s world
© Jilly’s 2016
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So much said in only 44 words.
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The spilled is so well and in much sadness used here… love it-
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LOVE this:
“Defies us
Denies us
Unites us”
YES.
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Line up”
Roll up
Flex pump up
Angry to spill
For what was
Spilled”
I take this in double meaning. Those hundreds on line rolling up their sleeves to donate blood versus those rolling up their sleeve itching for a fight. Excellent write.
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Thank you. Many meanings in the anger.
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I too admire those lines selected by De ~
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A powerful statement in few words. A horrible spillage that has spilled over to too many homes, families, and friends. There must be a chill in Walt’s world tonight. Great poem.
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In more ways than one, considering the most recent updates… and, thanks.
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Yeah… scary world out there! Stay in. Read. Drink. And be… safe.
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Lovely and powerful at the same time. It just goes to show that humans are capable of doing good things not just bad things which only seems to make the news.
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so powerful ….
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I also agree with those words chosen by De. Excellent bit of writing this is.
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Thank you!
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I really like this. I feel such a gamut of emotions spilling from it: grief, shock, anger, pride, shame… Well done.
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Thank you!
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Strong words, strong poem, Jilly. I too run the gamut of emotions…mostly stunned in disbelief that this happened in my home town. I hope we don’t have to get used to this kind of thing happening…
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I agree. I shop near Pulse and I feel so overwhelmed by the sense of grief that I’m defaulting to my local Publix.
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Straight and strong. I like it! 😀
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So much rhythm in only 44 words!
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Not sure Walt’s world would be an improvement at the moment! 😉 I love the rapid fire “rap” feel to this Jilly! Well done.
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Thanks! Yeah, you have a famous first name in my part of the country. I would rather that be our claim to fame right now.
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You tapped this out with rhythm and emotion. A good release and a good read.
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I like your banging rhythm, like a drum. That confusion of emotions – very powerful.
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Thank you
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the use of color — and the short lines — add a sense of urgency — a need to understand. Well done!
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Thank you
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MaGiC oF LovE
A KinGdoM
aWay
froM
blooD..:)
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Sad and strong.
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