The Day Our Stories Got Short

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We used to talk tall
-tales, surface trails
of circle flow going no
-where.

These last small drips
of us, this end, these
stilted st(r)ands of
hope, they’re fleeting.

Just this:
our beating
hearts.

 

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Wordled

 

 

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5 Responses to The Day Our Stories Got Short

  1. Kir Piccini says:

    I can hardly type through the tears that welled in my eyes. Sigh.

  2. So much emotion, so few words. So moving.

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  3. C.C. says:

    So much sadness interspersed between those fleeting strands of hope.

  4. These last small drips of us… No! I want so much more. There is depth is this brief poem, De. Brava!

  5. Jae Rose says:

    Perhaps when we reach a stage of less is more we are communicating at a more meaningful level..one which requires no words

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