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Author Name: TrialAnn 8 Comments
Date Added: January 12, 2007 18:01:34 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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What Was Not
The blinding flash conjured last minute regrets,
surprise and longing—
strange, it is, how mortality jolts
when it finds its egress
and in a heartbeat the reaper swooped in,
aiming for the lifeblood greedily.

Forever tied with this handful of souls,
stepping out of the daily routine,
now into eternal routine,
friends nor enemies,
merely coincidental sisters and brothers now,
the scene became both peace and chaos.

Thoughts of those left behind rankled,
reaching out but unable to reassure
but wait—
the glimmer of love fell somehow
and a questioning thought,
a chill or a warm breath
signalled something.

It was in the eyes of the living
that they knew a feeling had passed,
unsure of what brushed across their knowing.
And a handful of souls cried their tears
to open hearts in the instant.

Then the moment moved on
and the inevitable did not happen.
It was a thought,
cruel joke of the imagination,
and the reaper passed for another day,
the souls exhaled and breathed life
for one more day, one more lifetime—
saved for some other purpose.

Author's Notes:
Just a little explanation. A tanker of propane gas wrecked right in front of me this week. It rolled onto its side and the telephone pole it hit dropped transformers and live wires right on top of it.. Those of us that saw it happen, right in front of a school, dodged a major bullet. What could have been a horrible disaster, turned out for the best. This is just a 'what if' poem. When something like this happens it makes you think twice about the important things in life. No one was hurt other than minor injuries and we have another day to do something worthwhile.
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Comment By: FreeRoger Bacon on July 31, 2007 08:27:32 PM Report
The buzzard's always overhead, why we always ignore that I don't know.  Enjoyed your poetry.
Comment By: FreeGlata on January 16, 2007 08:43:47 PM Report

What an amazing story! It's really shocking at how short life really is  and how fast it can be taken...We're a  fragile being.....

Hugs! Glata

Comment By: FreeLeonard Wilson on January 13, 2007 07:34:49 PM Report
You point out something very important about life, Ann..When the instant of our short lives passes, we are all in the same eternal boat. The things that seperate us are all petty...len
Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on January 13, 2007 07:27:26 PM Report
Our lives can end in an instant, some lives are snatched in horrific endings and I am ever so thankful this wasn't one of those times. You have slowed the scene down and give the reader a view of your thoughts in the moment, creatively so. This one big happy ending and yet, the slightest detail could have made it otherwise. Fine work Ann! *hugz to you*



Comment By: FreeCeeCee on January 13, 2007 10:49:14 AM Report
Ann...we are glad you are still with us!  Your explanation of the poem with its real-life example enhanced the words even more.  Good imagery!



Comment By: FreeRandy Harrison on January 13, 2007 07:16:13 AM Report
Nicely penned emotional close call. Randy
Comment By: FreeGraham Jones on January 13, 2007 03:58:41 AM Report
I guess somethings are just not meant to be Ann and others some kind of wake up call maybe, a very interesting write and food for thought.
Comment By: FreeSamuel E. Stone on January 12, 2007 06:51:15 PM Report
A very good poem, nice verse, profound thought with an inner's funny how close calls sometimes bring out our inner thoughts... I enjoyed the read...wishing you well...stay away from those propane trucks...



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