“Be Aware”


I know why she glares,

But I do not dare,

Challenge that penetrating gaze,

Her crisp dress of white,

Contrasts sharply in the light,

With the blood from her lips,

And from her fingertips,

She admonishes, “Be aware,”

From the past she stares,

Remembering the students running,

And the gunman’s cunning,

Herding the hostages up the stairs,

Having caught them unawares,

Fingers clutched, she is still tense,

None of the shots made much sense,

So she sits with angry glare,

Remembering all that happened there,

A portrait changed by the artist’s flair.

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9 thoughts on ““Be Aware”

  1. This is nice. I used to be one of these women telling my stories to younger women about deceit, pain, warning them about men whose only want to use them and they never listened….

    This is what this poem reminds me of. Because now, all I do is stare at them as if my daggers could penetrate their heads so they won’t allow lust and a devilish swindler to break their little hearts as so many did mine. Had I known better, had someone told me, etc…I did not want them to lose their dreams and hopes in the goodness of men, good men and relationships but they never heard me so now I just sit and stare…

    and say not a word…

    😦

  2. Thank you for sharing this with us, Dan. You had my interest when you spoke of these. How daring for a painter and you, a poet, to bring forth this image from an incident so raw. Her gaze is stunning and arresting.

    • Thank you for your comments. During the day of terror I was a mess. Now it is still a vivid memory but even more for my daughter.

      May the sun be on your face and the wind at your back as the Lord blesses you throughout the day. Carpe diem!

  3. A painter and a poet bring together a fateful story that holds a warning. Nicely done. Well executed poem that is easy to understand w/o the help of the picture. I hate to use the word “powerful” because it is used to excess and means nothing now. But, nonetheless, it is powerful in the best sense of that word. It moves us.

    • Thanks for taking the time to comment. Keeps me on my toes trying to walk the line.

      May the sun be on your face and the wind at your back as the Lord blesses you throughout the day. Carpe diem!

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