Thursday, April 03, 2025

1360 - Gone.

 Gone.


The breathing is slow.  
Getting slower.
Getting further apart.
In. Pause. 
Out. Pause.
I hold my breath.
In. Pause. 
Out. Pause.
More than a pause.
I wait. Transfixed.
Bleak reality.
There is no in.
Nothing.
Gone.



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14 comments:

  1. Written in response to a Poets & Storyteller's prompt: "we will invite you to write about the first or last time you did/experienced something memorable."

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  2. Quiet, raw, unforgettable. The truth that can’t be undone…

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  3. I am all too familiar with that holding my breath waiting for another from the person I watch. And the nothingness.
    Poignant. Painful. Real.

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  4. This work pretty much flummoxed ChatGPT. I usually run my finished piece past AI and get assessment on what it likes, doesn't like, suggestions for improvement, grammar, spelling and layout corrections, that sort of thing. Today, what I asked for a review and improvements needed, it replied "Honestly, almost nothing. "

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    1. You’ve captured something so essential - something that can’t be explained, only felt.

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    2. Perhaps it was complimenting you.

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  5. Very powerful and raw. takes me aback

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  6. Oh yes, I have experienced that – with first my mother, then my husband. You've told it exactly, the plain words and repetitions perfect for this description.

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  7. An ending, yes, I too have seen it happen many times, but the first time I saw it was life-changing. Wonderful poem.

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  8. Brilliant poem conveying this life changing experience.

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  9. Wishing you courage also - Jae

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  10. Zip. That's it. Gone leaves an empty space.

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  11. I've been there too. The utter finality of it is a thing I can never forget.

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