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March 29.23: Coping, but barely


If emptiness,

then what?

No footprints

for the waves to play with,

no castles to scoop.

What dies

with the people?

What is left?

Who will walk in the rain,

run from the thunder,

who will there be

to ask,

to answer,

to learn,

to teach,

to wonder at the horizon,

dreaming other castles

on a blue swing?


More thanks to photographer S.W. Berg.

I think, dear reader, we turn to our blogs for gentleness and respite. We want something to smile about and hope about. Sometimes, however, we have to write about what is. To this writer, in this country, it’s grief and a near-despair.

14 thoughts on “March 29.23: Coping, but barely

  1. Not wanting to run and hide, but sometimes any form of escapism is just what I need. The poem and photo…sad, true and sweet.

  2. I hear you Maureen. The carefree days of our youth have passed and this world seems to be falling apart faster than we are!

    So we need to resort to our memories of happier times when our biggest worry was if mom was going to buy us a new dress for the school dance.

    Spring is moving in Maureen. A bit slow, but moving. You would think aging would give us more patience!

    Keep dreaming of those castles!

    • Patience is a tricky thing, isn’t it? Some things we should be patient for, but with other things patience might be an obstacle. Good thing to think about. Thanks, Ginger!

  3. United States of Armor-ica. In weapons we trust. There’s every reason for despair.

  4. I normally attempt to stay out of politics, but these school shootings are just too much for anyone to ignore. I understand our forefathers intended us to be able to hunt for food and protect our property. No one can convince me that the average person needs these assault type weapons for anything except mass casualties. I understand skilled military forces using them to protect our country, but why in heaven’s name do we keep selling them to everyone. Also, with all our technology can anyone tell me why we can’t keep a national database that would light up when someone buys seven of them. I know, I’m preaching to the choir, but it is so disheartening to even think about the families who sent their children off to get an education so they can be productive and happy adults only to have them killed at age 9. I’m not sure why we still have tourists coming here, it’s like Dodge City all over the country, and there’s no Matt Dillon anywhere.

    • Thank you! You certainly speak for me. I understand trying to stay out of politics, and most of us try to do that with our blogs, and I debated about writing my feelings, but I think this kind of thing transcends politics. Everything you say and ask is what I am saying and asking. I wonder what those forefathers would say if they could see our bloody schools.

  5. I saw our flag at half staff again today and I just sighed as I walked. I almost didn’t want to visit the memorial and take a picture. When I’m there, I like to think of my father and my father-in-law. I wonder what they would think of this country they fought for. Asking these questions, making us think, it’s a good thing, Maureen. I enjoyed this poem.

    • I too saw the grieving flag yesterday. It’s hard to imagine that those like your father and father-in-law, who fought for its ideals, could understand this at all. Yes, we have to ask the questions. Thanks, Dan.

  6. So tragic and completely inexplicable.

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