Midnight dawning
Pulse spills
Their beats and grooves
That dance from night
Into the morning
But where one man assaults 103 rights so dear
To live freely, openly and party without fear
When without warning
Pulses spill
Their blood and cries
That screams from night
Into the mourning
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#LOVEisLOVEisLOVEisLOVE
At dVerse De (aka WhimsyGizmo) wants us to “spill”. All my muse could think of was yesterday morning’s mass murder in Orlando. Pulse is the name of the dance club where the killings happened. 103 being the confirmed number of deaths and wounded.
The hashtag above is my take on “Hamilton” creator and star Lin-Manuel Miranda’s heartfelt, original sonnet used as acceptance speech at last night’s 70th annual Tony Awards.
Raivenne-lations 
Love your double use of “mourning” here. Such a terrible, awful event. Your words bring healing.
A night of mourning and sadness. Pulses spill – is apt from what I am reading from the survivor’s first hand account of the tragedies.
A horrible day for so many
So many of us chose Orlando as the space we would poetically inhabit; yours is very strong, with empathy for the fallen & put upon; nice chilling job.
Oh, I knew where this was going and have been wishing to write something, too. The word spill is so appropriate. Glad you took this there.
Great poem.
Very moving. It’s so sad.
Lovely tribute. Love the double entendre of some of the words, in the manner you have.
Such a horrible tragedy. You’re thoughts here say it all.
The difference between the stanzas shows how quickly it pivot from joy to terror.
I agree with Bjorn.
Impressive and emotive, Raivenne! A stirring tribute. I like this one!
I love the way your verses echo each other in sorrow.
Tough, strong write. I can feel the pain, the angst, the horror in every word.
Outcasts know and feel
the value of love greater than those
who resort to vengeance over Victory..
Love SinGS a SonG
oF WiN
no matter
whAT as Love
Won SuNG
LiVes aGaiN
And agAiN.. eTc..:)
A powerful, emotive poem of a horrific tragedy!
sad beyond measure
much love…
“From night into the mourning” indeed. Well said.
From the title I knew the story you were going to tell, Raivenne, and how well you did with your powerfully chosen words that turn the joy of dancing to deadly assault in a quick moment’s time. Having that happen where I was born and grew up seems to make the pain for me all the more acute.
A moving tribute to this horrible tragedy.
This squeezes the heart and leaves the soul spilling tears. So very sad…
Yes. 😦