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Bleeding Hearts

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Remembering

 Photo by Tess Kincaid via Magpie Tales

They come here every year around this time. They meaning the ‘people’ of course, many crowding around the designated site with its bows and trinkets.

Some people buy the little goodies just to give to the charities of all the events that follow after the media left. Left for the fresher story but the people never forgot, coming back not just for show but for healing.

A need for a hurting heart, bleeding from tragedies from many decades ago. Blood that   never stop to flow.

Blood flowing when Japan planes dusted Pearl Harbor in red in 1941.

Blood flowing when Sandy Hook flowers screams filled the air in 2012.

Bodies floating like wild sargassum in 2006.

Bodies floating in rivers because of the Christmas Eve trough.

How many more hearts must bleed?


Magpie Tales interpretation for 297 entry.

 

Lost By the Tsunami Waves

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Tsunami 2011 Japan

Source: REUTERS/Mainichi Shimbun

I remember years ago  when my eyes  transformed to a round wonder as I learned about tsunamis.

My fascination with that Japanese worded natural phenomenon was a sight for many puzzled eyes.

When I studied, my heart desired to view the power of that wave and my mouth foolishly  uttered that wish .

I am sorry  Sri Lanka, Thailand, Indonesia, India, Maldives, Somalia and Japan and the visitors to your shores, that my sought after earthy natural beauty became your  tragedy.

Disheartened, I am  that your jazzing it up birds fluttered away  in fright and warning on that day.

They left hundreds of thousands with no cautionary forecast.

 I am sorry that  your beautiful sky decorated with very little clouds against a faded blue painted backdrop,became a dark  clouded memory.

I am heartbroken because  the flooding waves gave no mercy as they pushed in land, destroying the familiar.

The favourite beach, the shop, the homes and most traumatized loss of all, your people.

Never to see that smile again, never to hear that laugh, never to feel that hug.

Your hearts are laden with grief as many of you deal with missing your loved ones.

As many of you toss at nights hearing the screams for help, seeing the waves inching closer and closer, yet you could not lend a helping hand.

Touched, I am  by that pain, if the videos were so raw, I cannot fathom how you manage at that instant to cope.

Sometimes I wish I could wipe out the memory of the terror from these videos but I cannot.

I cannot selfishly  throw your pain away from a nightmare that I once gazed in the ocean in the 90’s wondering about.

I remember your March, October and December.

I remember your 2004, 2010 and 2011.

I know that there were others in different times and places but my mind pulls on these remembrance.

Not as a mere history post or a robotic where were you when but as a heart to heart vibration of sympathy.

I am sorry that my desires became your tragedy.