Grenfel Tower

The air was punctuated with the sound of crying – BBC News

It’s hard to imagine, even though I’ve been watching the news all day, the trauma of those caught up in the high rise fire in Grenfel Tower, West London today. I keep watching the news but I can’t bring those people back, I can’t make them safe.

I’ve watched extended news reports a lot lately, Manchester, London Bridge and now Grenfel Towers. For those of you that might not have heard a tower block caught fire today. It is said that it is unprecedented, an inferno that spread so fast it was impossible to save the people trapped in their homes. I watch the news reports because in a crazy way I feel that by watching I might be able to save someone.

Is that crazy, I stare at the TV in hope, hope that something magical will happen to rewind the scene? It’s all I can do at the moment, later I can donate, make sure my homes safe, make sure my loved ones know how to keep themselves safe, but for now I watch and hope.

Today’s Daily Prompt word was puncture, I heard punctuated. There are others like chaos, evacuate, smoke, jump, smoke inhalation, safety, lost, lives, fire trap, hope, love.

Daily Prompt – Puncture

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Walk into the Future

 

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If I could take you to your future,

would you want to go.

Would you walk the path with me,

to see what it would show

Could you find that dream in you

and take us both to see.

Could we step into that land,

what will you show to me.

If I could help you paint it,

would you use the brush.

Would you paint the scenery,

clear without any fuss.

Can you tell me how it sounds,

can you hear the tune.

Listen very carefully,

you’ll hear the music soon.

If you could introduce me,

to the people up ahead.

Would you hear their laughter,

can you tell me what was said

The futures but a step away,

you’ll see it’s outline soon.

Prepare your heart for happiness,

you must make sure there’s room.

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New Day


Each sunset a goodbye, 

each sunrise a greeting.

Dawn bringing with her, 

the gentlest of meetings. 

Adue with one hand, 

the other one waves.

Experiencing new, 

treasure what’s saved.

Cherishing memories, 

but not to the point.

Another won’t fit in, 

new souls to anoint.

Starting the sentence, 

with a capital letter.

A poem of new love,

what could be better.

Painting a portrait,

high in the sky.

That talks of my passion,

to those passing by.

The start of a symphony,

on gentle strings.

Opening to adventure,

a new day begins.

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