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The Sunday Whirl presents these twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.
churn secret battle names glimpse cradle skins dragons stir flash fringe illusion
Poets & Storyteller's prompt is "Celebration". I merged the two.
No Promises
“Realize deeply that
the present moment
is all you ever have.”
- Eckhart Tolle.
The stomach churns.
I don’t want to believe it.
But I must.
The dragons of fear
Cast long shadows.
Shadows that foretell
Nameless loss and pain.
Pain with names too.
Do I battle? Fight it?
Can I fight it?
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No secrets held here,
It is a waiting game.
A glimpse of hope
Not a flash, a flicker,
Stirs now and then.
Is it an illusion?
A soft cradle of hope?
◊
A fringe technique
With a name too long
And no promises.
Is it a cure?
Or just a delay?
Is it too early to celebrate?
Only time will tell.
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Time does tell—
Silence.
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The name too long? Bevacizumab.
ReplyDelete(Said quickly three times while standing in a chalk pentangle and you will get sucked into the underworld.)
Awww, I think you might hope for a happier ending, given a little more time.
ReplyDeleteWe are all more than ready, eager in fact, to celebrate but as you have aptly noted it is too early to tell what the results of our hopes will be.
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of the U.S. military cemetery on the beach area of Northern France, names and no names. Total of near 93,000 in 10 European U.S. cemeteries in World War 2.
ReplyDeletep.s. (May bore you) Update on my story today. "I still have the car and drive it. We are Texas, they have classified it as a Texas Antique Auto meaning at least 25 years old and I don't drive or use it for work or school. Low insurance rates and I only have to renew its license once every five years."
What a magnificent ending and some thought provoking thoughts so elegantly laid out - Jae
ReplyDeleteEckhart Tolle is one of my favourite authors. Your poem oscillates between doubt and confirmation - whether or not to celebrate and the silence at the end leaves and open ended choice.
ReplyDeleteGrim choice. Hope it goes well.
ReplyDeletePK
an indelible memory, now touched with hints of knowledge of the great Truth. The poem suggests the Infinite was not in awareness at the time but is now offering its prism of light. It too was on the fringe (a great line in the poem) and the frightening Silence at the end, now has the veils parted; all that is alive is in the Silence. To end the poem with the one leading word, was perfect. Thank you Mr Newbury
ReplyDelete"A fringe technique
ReplyDeleteWith a name too long
And no promises."
I love that phrase!
Your poem is beautifully composed, the message clear. I believe most of us have those thoughts, questions from time to time.
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