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Paris In Turmoil

I held the hand of a stranger lying face down with flying bullets spraying the room, killing, striking so many innocents frozen in terror. As I fled I realized she was dead from terrorist's merciless melee. © Connie Marcum Wong Note: I wrote this about a recent story on the news that touched me deeply. I am praying for all those who are suffering.

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Debbie Guzzi

Date: 2/25/2016 4:34:00 PM

So nice to read your poetry this evening, Connie & to revisit your big heart. Keep up the good work. Light & Love Debbie

Connie Marcum Wong
Date: 2/25/2016 6:43:00 PM

Thank you Debbie. So nice to hear from you. I appreciate your sentiments. ; )

Nayda Ivette Negron Flores

Date: 11/25/2015 11:43:00 PM

Excellent Etheree.

Caycay Jennings

Date: 11/15/2015 1:07:00 PM

We seek therapy through poetry when faced with horror. Thank you, this is a punch to stir those emotions into some direction of use ... CayCay

James Inman

Date: 11/15/2015 6:36:00 AM

Wonderful Etheree about a sad and disturbing event, Connie.

Len Gasun

Date: 11/15/2015 1:38:00 AM

This is absolutely an excellent etheree crafted very creatively by your words using this lovely form my very dear poet friend, Connie. I'm so touched and so sadden by this horrible event which had happened in one of our dream places in this world. Thank you so much for sharing. Hugging this precious tribute and you my dear friend. God bless! Thank you so much as well for your precious time to visit one of my humble works. God bless! love lots and biggest hug, Leonora

Arthur Vaso

Date: 11/15/2015 12:59:00 AM

Very touching, of course having friends there, an issue close to my heart!

Ilene Bauer

Date: 11/14/2015 7:44:00 PM

this is so powerful and so sad, connie! it's hard to fathom that this horror is happening again - it's still too fresh in my mind after all these years when it happened in my home town. excellent poem...