it’s been a long time coming
the divisive fracture held
much longer than expected
through the wind and the rain
ever widening, splintering
the creaks and moans
offered fair warning
of what was to come
bathed in a sense of security
false though ever-clinging
begging, the fall was sudden
in the early morning hours
a rippling effect
tearing through the few
with eyes still wide enough
tongues held but left twisted
mouths in gaping distraction
as the voices give reminder
to just breath and move along
it might have gone unnoticed
in the throes of entertainment
but for this time, the shrieking
and the cries could not be ignored
this time, something was different
this time, they turned their heads
in shame at the reckoning of
their absence through the years
and indifference to the failing
structure that hung merely inches
above their day to day
a death sentence strung to a clock
that skips every other second
waiting, for the inevitable downfall
that they/we struggled tirelessly
to maintain within a patchwork
of apathy mislabeled as empathy
Excellent
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Thank you.
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The clock metaphor made the poem…
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I appreciate that, thank you.
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Whew! So, the take home is take care of what you’ve got in all forms… This was a nice read!
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Thank you very much, Kevin.
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Amazing work and so fitting for the times we’re living in. Thanks for sharing.
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You’re welcome. Thank you for reading.
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“they turned their heads
in shame at the reckoning of
their absence” Powerful.
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Thank you.
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Good write 👍🏻
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Thanks.
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Utterly brilliant, River. You could apply this metaphor to so much, and to so many of us these days – my rickety and aged conservatory for one thing! Love it (the poem, not the conservatory that is…). 😀
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Thank you very much for reading, Alli.
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My pleasure. Always is.
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That’s precisely what I thought. Isn’t it great how the same piece can make different people feel/think of different things? Kudos to River for his craft.
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Thanks, Sam.
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I always say it’s the mark of a great writer, if he or she can make their work apply to all kinds of people and scenarios. Kudos to River, indeed.
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Excellent!
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Thank you!
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A powerful piece
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Thanks, Cassa.
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Wow!
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Thanks, Susi.
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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WOW!!!!!
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Thanks, Rita.
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Very nice read!
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Thank you.
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Really really great piece here, River. I have read it four times now. So good.
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Thanks, Tara. I’m glad you like it.
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Always enjoy your work, River. I hope you’re well.
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A great poem River!
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Thank you, Leigha.
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You are most welcome!
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amazing work!
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Thank you.
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Reblogged this on I Write Her and commented:
I’ve read this piece over and over, every time coming away with more emotion. Those last two lines get me every time. Very powerful piece.
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Thank you very much for the reblog, Susi.
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It’s my pleasure, River! 🙂
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Reblogged this on Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie ~ Authors.
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Wow! These are powerful words, my friend.
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Thank you very much.
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You’re welcome!
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Wow-what a poem, River, I love the metaphor, the texture, the richness of your words. They touched my heart. ❤👩🦰🦊❤❌
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Thank you, Carolyn for taking the time to read me and for the kind words.
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Hello River I think you wrote a real master piece in this poem. My thoughts were why were they still there in that area ? I understood finally.
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Thank you very much, James.
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You are very welcome River
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Wow.. beautifully written 💕
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Thank you!
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Inspiring! 💚
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Thank you.
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I think virtue signaling is apathy disguised as empathy, except too many people never turn away in shame because they (we, he, she, us, me) never come to the realization that it is signaling and not chopping wood hauling water. Excellent poem.
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I couldn’t agree with you more.
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