THE CELEBRATION

I am reposting this, my second poem, to draw attention to the following reblog from Maxi’s Comments. I am doing this because I see there is no ‘like’ feature and nor are there any tags to attract readers.

THE CELEBRATION
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Engrossed in a wild celebration of life,

Laughing and shouting, heads back to drink,

As the bottle is passed from one to another,

Joyous excitement with no time to think.

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Trees and shrubs and fences flash by,

A group on the corner takes shape and is gone.

Time stops for a moment that feels like a year.

The driver, in shock, cries, “What have I done?”

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How fast a life changes, in the blink of an eye.

How quickly a spark can be smothered and die.

How often we warn our loved ones, “Take care.”

Not knowing the danger that’s lurking out there.

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Photo and poem: © Denise G Allen, 20.05.2010

You Have Fifteen Minutes to Say Goodbye

My friend, Maxi, has kindly given her permission for me to reblog this post of hers. I would love all young people to be able to read this. Thank you so much, Maxi. ♥

Maxi's Comment's…

Traffic had slowed long before the couple come upon a horrendous scene…

They lean closer to the windshield to get a better look. Their eyes well-up and their stomachs tighten at the sight. It is like nothing they have ever seen.

Cars are crumbled like balls of tinfoil; bodies lay on the ground in shreds; others cover the hood of a vehicle as if the struggle ends in that moment; the stench of blood filters the air like an unwelcome guest.

Victims who survive the head-on collision stumble through the rubble in shock, unable to speak. Their friends are strewn along the roadside; they are dead. They are all teenagers.

Bodies are lifted into ambulances and rushed to the hospital; those who can manage are questioned for breaking the law and taken to jail.

The kids who don’t make it are transported to the mortuary.

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