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| 64-123 Light as a feather |
Where did they all go?
I don’t know, just hold on, we will be out soon
They are all gone! What happened?
Shhhh, quiet now, just a little further.
Marc! Listen to me, they are all gone
I know, I know, don’t look back, we must keep moving.
The decimation spread behind us
Their ashes blew past us
Memories, as light as a feather
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I scooped her up and ran, barely feeling her in my arms, so thin, almost ethereal, her arm around my neck as light as a feather, so tired, so lost, we ran until the explosions stopped and we could run no more. My legs quivered from the panic, the flight, neither of us recognized the other, we just heard the shouting and the shooting and then the blast that shook us all. It seemed an eternity until the burning left my lungs, until I felt her sobbing into my chest.
Why? Why? Why? Her voice was anguish, her pain, unyielding.
Why?
I held her closer, acutely aware of her nakedness against mine, ashamed of the ache when so many had been lost.
Why?
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As I hold youLight fills me
As comfort escapes us
A dread overcomes me
Feather soft, your hair claims me
Your warmth heals me
Yet
We are lost to each other
Unable to give comfort
Miles apart while skin touches skin
Emptiness takes corporeal shape
I see you
I feel you
I hold you
Yet, Yet
You are not there
A vanished thought
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Today we pause to honor lost writers
Women that made our lives better
With words, images, thoughts, laughter, sadness, bravery
We note their passing with heavy hearts
And our world is darker without them.
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64 words,
123 words
64 words, but does is matter? I have lost friends this week, writers I had come to know and love in their own way. Links gone dead with an untold story behind each one. A missing friend, with no closure, no story, no comforting bedtime tale to let us know they are OK.
Go see Insatiabear and let's hope someone else is in a happier mood as they write.
7 comments:
Wow. That is all I can say. Your words gave me chills. I feel your loss as well.
Thank you Luna, We have lost some wonderful friends this past week. I'm glad you are still around.
:-)
Incredible! Happy FFF!
Deep, haunting and profound. The weight of these stories makes sense after reading your closing statement.
I love the way you incorporate the phrase into the poem. Well done.
Very powerful. Nicely written. I could really feel the emotion.
Such different yet connected takes on this. Beautiful even with the pain.
As for lost writers... I was thinking on the change of names as I clicked on the blog links. Then you wrote about it.
Synergy, symmetry, serendipity? Still beautiful.
Katia - Thank you for your compliment, and your visit. Happy FFF to you too!
J&J - The poem was fun, more a writing challenge than the rest, just to force the words in to the word limit, but, I thought, it turned out nice.
The other two, well, they came out with a lot of pain.
LL - With all that's going on with you, don't make me add you to the list of the missing....
W - Does pain flow from beauty, or is do we create beauty to fight the pain? The list of names always changes, I know that, like members of your favorite team, players quit, retire, get fired, traded, but, for us, it's never simple.
I've been talking a lot about relationships lately, and losing a fellow author isn't just a shrug of the shoulders and a "oh well."
It's an "OH SHIT! Not you too!!!" moment. It portends real loss, real pain, though hands have never touched, hearts become entwined.
Thank you to all who came by. This weeks topic was deeply personal for me, immediate, with a freshly opened wound, thank you for your thoughts and understanding.
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