Nebulous
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It was just like him to send a note,
‘meet me at the stone slab,’
the place up in the woods where they first met
as teenagers hiding from life, smoking and acting cool,
but that was before they hatched their dream,
to save for an old car then take to the road
to look for the real world, whatever that was,
‘I came to say good-bye,’ he said,
his timing left Esther without breath,
how could he drop the torch now,
after months of planning,
their vision still blazing in her head,
too hot to touch,
how could he decide on a different path
out of this God-forsaken town,
one that left her behind, to hover in a holding pattern
stuck at the five and dime?
He cut her down with one bleak word,
however opaque.
Turns out she had the bus fare
so she jumped the Greyhound early the next day,
and in the crush of passengers, in the smell of humanity,
among folks with brown bags filled with egg sandwiches
and leftover meatloaf,
and snacks for the long ride,
she was on her way to somewhere.
****
©Wabi Sabi 2013
For Sunday Whirl ‘ slab, timing, breath, torch, vision, blazing, touch, cut, opaque, bleak, crush, nebulous, hover
Really enjoyed this reflective poem.
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From a high to a low, how the world came crashing down upon her!! Nice one wabi sabi!! Hope she finds her right path!!
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This is DEFINITELY a poem. Sometimes life doesn’t turn out as one expects….but I hope that the somewhere she is on the way to turns out to be a more positive journey in the long run!
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How sad, a crushing blow to plans that went asunder. A common happening when growing up. Nicely Wabi!
Hank
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Great use of the words and the tale spilled out so believably real and universal. Thanks for the read.
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Poem, story, whatever it is, it is real life. Love it.
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Left me wondering if one day she’ll realize that what he did hurt, but was the best solution for both of them. We all must find our own way, our own path. Then choose to follow it. Thought provoking and definitely engaging.
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2013/05/19/mizfit-on-remembering/
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Good on her, she would have found he would be a burden anyway! I loved discovering their past, it reminded me so much of mine.
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Wow. I LOVE this. Please continue writing this story. I want to read a whole book written like this about her.
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Fabulous story, Wabi Sabi! Being on the road to somewhere is better, I think, than being stuck in Nowheresville.
Whirling with Robert Frost
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Nice twist!
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Love the twisted ending!
gravity rolls around defying physics
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Thoroughly enjoyable!!
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I love this…it was fun to read. Nice work Wabi Sabi! Glad you found us at the Whirl!
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I love that she got on the old grey dog, wabi. Nice story.
Pamela
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Free verse! The words carried you into that story. How lovely!
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I love it when the words take on a life of their own. This is a familiar story throughout time but it ends on a high note. I’m proud of her for leaving, too. Good job!
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Enjoyed reading this 🙂
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[…] More Esther poems here and here […]
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