April’s end nears! Thank you for reading my work this month, and for leaving your impressions Beyond the Bozone. Knowing that you read and appreciate some of my pieces brings me joy. If you blog, you know.
I created today’s piece while playing with the phrase generator at Language is a Virus. I wrote four short phrases as instructed, and synonyms for the phrases. Then I cut and pasted it all in a word document and was left with this piece; the process is interesting. There is no next time is for my friend David Arnott, who died last December.
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there is no next time
a truck’s cackle shuffles off
white flesh falling into ash
talk and smoke
dust to dust
pulverized soul
crumble into nothing
dissipate down eternity’s highway
there is no next time
10 comments:
Very intense words. I especially like: "dissipate down eternity’s highway."
A moving piece of writing, Brenda, which had me rereading. Makes me realize we never know when there will be no next time......
yes it could be us
You got it right first time... just as well... :)
I love how you arrived at this piece, Brenda. Though a very sad subject, it is a moving poem.
Pamela
Brenda, I'm so sorry for your loss, for so many losses in this ridiculous, pointless, endless war. Your images are sharp; your final words give the poem life.
Amy
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I like the way this process works, a kind of shuffled memory, perhaps. A cool tribute to your friend.
Very moving words-- a sad tribute
"talk and smoke / dust to dust" haunts me - that talk is like smoke. The spareness of the language is heady - open to interpretation - and yet well conveying your feeling of loss. I'm sorry for the loss of your friend.
Brenda...after multiple reads, I couldn't decide on which line "did it for me"....they all fit together so well, I couldn't pick! Well done!
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