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This week I wrote one poem relating to the school shooting in Uvalde, TX, which killed 19 children and two teachers. Like you, I'm sure, I am sick of hearing news like this and my bitterness may have transferred onto the page.

The poem is called Scores. President Biden, when he spoke about the incident, used the old-fashioned word "scores" to describe the number of children who have already fallen victim to school shootings such as this. A score is a group of twenty.

He did not mention the exact number, but the subtext was, that soon we will be counting in hundreds.

My poem is written as if the current president were speaking, although of course I am putting the words into his mouth that I think should be spoken. Still, he did a pretty decent job of summing up the problem, without any help from me.

This is not my first foray into this most political of political topics, although each time I hope it will be my last. At the end of the poem, you will find links to several other incident-inspired writings of mine.

Or should I say "incident-triggered" writings? That would convey the reluctance with which I write and the repellant nature of the subject matter.

To speak of a trigger in such a context may well be in poor taste. As is the contemptible, morbid, gag-like reflex, of us all, to produce poetry (or writings, or podcasts or news reports)to try to process the occasion, as if that helped anyone or changed anything.

These types of incidents traumatize us all, but none more than the parents and families who long to reinstate the abridged lives that might have been.

And yet we cannot seem to help ourselves in our public expressions of ersatz grief. And so I hope the families will forgive us our joint wailing and gnashing of teeth. We long for a group mourning. But really, those most hurt are small in number and long for their privacy.

Perhaps silence is the proper course, since no words we say ever seem to provoke the action needed. But if you have been reading my blog, you know this is not the route I generally choose.

I hope my poem will not come across as too coarse or too unfeeling or, as so many say, too soon. I think writers cloak their feelings in words only because the feelings are too horrible to look on, in the buff.

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Have a great week!


The links below will take you to the five most recent posts.

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A plastic bucket overflowing with white lisianthus blooms. Copyright Andrea LeDew.
A poem inspired by President Biden's speech in response to the school shooting in Uvalde TX, in which he decried the scores of child victims to mass shootings in the US.

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Porch Swing

A porch swing. Copyright Andrea LeDew.
This poem recounts a life-long love while swinging on a porch swing.

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Lovely: A Mother's Blessing

Pastel bouquet by Madelaine LeDew surrounded by kitchen items including a plate with a sailing ship on it. Copyright Andrea LeDew.
This poem is a mother's blessing as her child embarks upon a journey into the wider world to seek self-fulfillment, work, and happiness.

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Litmus Test

Two red tomatoes in a blue ceramic basket-weave bowl. Copyright Andrea LeDew.
This poem questions the wisdom of allowing a single test to divide us into opposing camps of red and blue.

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Clump of apostle iris blooming around Easter. Copyright Andrea LeDew.
This is a poem about change when change is needed and one of the best changes is a change in location, or transplant.

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