Tears over Bourbon Street
Souls cry out in anguish
By Raymond G. TaylorPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Sépulcre (scène de l'onction du corps du Christ), l'église Saint-Martin, Marie-Madeleine
Tears over Bourbon Street
Fall on French Quarter, replete with
New Year celebrants, cheering good times to come.
Sweet souls taken up so soon,
Stolen from their world.
Broken bodies, crying, pained, prone.
Others still, ne'er more to move,
Never more to love, be loved.
Tears shed for New Orleans.
About the Creator
Raymond G. Taylor
Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.
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Comments (6)
Amen! So senseless.
So sad 🙏♦️♦️♦️♦️
A fitting tribute.
My heart goes out to them 🥺 Loved your poem!
I am sure you know my reaction to the horrid events in New Orleans. Someone hurt my favorite city. Thank you for expressing the sorrow those of us who love NOLA and the Quarter feel.
The New Year barely begun and already Terror has struck! Thanks for sharing your thoughts and sorrow, Ray!