Poetprentice Dupins Poet Quatrain

The Sound

They say it sounded like a freight train
And that it happened so fast
A moment of terror
That will forever last

The sound of a new reality 
Marked by several casualties
We will never forget those 
Who passed away in this catastrophe

There is a sound though
That is ever increasing
It’s the sound of the hammer and nail
And the constant beating

The rebuilding of cities, towns, and homes
And most importantly 
The spirit of resiliency  
To carry on

Yes this sound of courage 
Will ring louder than any siren
Persevere through the storm
And withstand any high wind

“Let me help you with that”
“Do you need a place to stay?”
This is the sound of compassion
The sound we hear today

Do you hear it? 
It’s broadcasting loud and clear
If you can’t hear it
Volunteer

This sound is only audible 
With ears of empathy and humanity
Yes this is the sound of service
A sound of hope after total calamity

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Freddie Robinson Jr. April 3, 2017 at 1:06 AM Exceptional inspirational poem, PPD. I was moved w/such emotions reading this. Your spirit of charity is so refreshing to read, and you urge others to have the same spirit of charity. The golden rule personified. Marvelous and impactful poetry. Love and peace always.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 11, 2017 at 4:37 PM Ok no more efforts to intelligently critique or bestow wordy compliments: You rock ;) mo! Poetprentice Dupins March 15, 2017 at 1:00 PM Thanks for your support, Mo!

Darren White March 11, 2017 at 12:02 PM I love the positivity in here, that amongst the catastrophe and hate and casualties, there is also humanity and service. Very powerful and hopeful poem :) Poetprentice Dupins March 15, 2017 at 12:59 PM Thanks Darren! I am loving this site.