In my absence
dreams flourish,
friendships form,
enterprises thrive
In my absence
opponents clash,
decisions falter,
differences grow
All that was viable,
all that motivated,
all that defined…
Now vapours –
truths forgotten –
in my absence.
(Jilly is hosting is in the dVerse pub tonight where repetition is the challenge. I am combining this with Fandago’s Word of the Day, opponent, and Ragtag Community’s prompt, friend.)
…..and so the world keeps turning. The repetition works well.
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A harsh lesson but freeing at the same time.
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A huge stress reducer!
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Sobering truths in this and I like your unique use of repetition. It made me think of All That Jazz, which, of course, changes the usage of ‘that’, but somehow still works in this one brain 🙂 Thanks for sharing!
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Thanks Jilly. I’d like to play with this idea more.
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It all goes on without me…nicely done and good use of repetition.
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Thanks.
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Terribly deep, bloody ground covered in so few words. Wonderfully done!
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Thanks Charley. It’s a trap that believe that we are indispensable.
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Too true, and yet… we are. Somewhere. With someone.
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Maybe with my kids, but that’s because I spoil them too much, lol.
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…are you adopting? 🙂
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hahaha – can’t afford any more…
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Life goes on and we are nothing but just a speck in the cosmic dust.
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for certain…
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A picture of life in action…good one!
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Thanks Vivian.
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gave me the feeling like life was a slide show
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That’s an interesting take – mine might be dizzying, lol.
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it really seemed that way, blocks of time in linear proportion – very precise
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We are like chalk on a chalkboard. Erasable. Powerful poem.
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Good comparison. Thanks.
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Nice last two lines.
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Thanks!
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I often wonder why… but yes it does…
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Just a cog on a gear of society’s machine and yet…God knows our name and numbers the hairs on our head!
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Thanks Lynn
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Heartrending and poignant, VJ! A lovely write!
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Appreciate it, Frank.
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