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Sometimes there just aren’t enough
words
….witnesses
stones,
………..songs.
We long
for unshattered
silence; abandon
our slingshots, glass
houses, un
-cast lots. We toss
our hats in
too far and scar
our own skin
with a burning
desire for
significance,
truth
……………proof.
.
Prompted by OctPoWriMo day 2, and inspired by a scene from Forrest Gump.
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Love the “poof!” Nicely done!
Spectacular, as always. Because I’m one of the lucky ones that gets your writing in my in-box I am constantly in awe of your gift!
Terrific!
“We long
for … a/band/on”
YES!
the search for proof…something tangible so that we know we (or something else) ever existed at all.
i can understand that plight.
Yay! I’m so glad to find you here, Dee! This is expertly woven in your classic style. You’re poems always contain significance. Lovely!
Wonderful.
I love how you wove your images. So close to the sounds of words that I couldn’t tell them apart from each other
Justice is so hard to find and it is so easy to get self-righteous. And life can get so difficult.
Wisdom in your words, so well expressed. Great write.
I like the form of this poem and how the words weave to and fro creating a moving image … a hard topic to write on … but you handled it beautifully.
Great play here.. proofs are too hard to get.. and slingshots are never the best way in glass houses.