Rebirth ain’t all that it’s cracked up to be.
At least not from this poem’s POV…
Each week Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a pic to write a 100 word story about.
This week it is:
The Pieces Never Do Stay Together
The pieces never do stay together.
They flare, glitter, break, and wane into the night sky.
My life is retold each year.
My pain remembered in shattering lights intense with sadness.
I am revealed in one glorious moment.
I am a nova coursing white in all directions for the briefest of eye blinks.
I am rendered into undistinguished embers, lost to darkness.
An ink black sky is the seal of my extinction.
Startled. I am begun again.
The brilliance of new light skewers into the finite realization that
I am dying all over,
Make it stop.
I want it to stop.
very good. enjoyed it.
Lovely last line. Quite a tragic feel and good use of language and imagery.
No, go on.
Proceed if you want to…
then stop a little…
Full of possible interpretations, interesting writing. Mike
Yes, except I’m not sure how to interpret your comment.
Just kidding. I know exactly what you mean..
Wow, not a lot of laughs here. I’m sensing mortality’s approach from many perspectives, so please make it stop.Thanks for depressing me even more than usual today! Great job!
Oh, puh-leeze, Perry.
You didn’t think the piece was funny?
Did you take your ant-depressant before reading it?
Let’s read it together.
The fist line is hysterical –
The pieces never do stay together..
Hahahaha. One of the funniest lines ever written.
First, if they’re pieces, then can’t can stay together.
Now are they Reese’s pieces?Cause if they are, that’s even funnier.
See the rhythm and humor going on here?
Now keep it going at home; and I’ll see you next week at 4:45 for our next session.
Hahahaha You’re too funny, Perry.
You really knockme to pieces.
Now I get it — you wacky, wacky guy!! HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!!! And on top of that we’re all going to be dead too! ROFLMAO!!!!
I knew you’d get it. Now I’m the one rolling and laughing.
This is as funny as the movie the walking dead..
But in our case, we’ll all come back. Like all good humorists, we always have one good last come back.
This time of year has a way of making us consider our mortality. Well written. May your name be written in the Book of Life for another year. Happy healthy birthday.
Amen. And the same New Year and bd wishes to you, too.
The circle of life and death isn’t always puppies and rainbows. Beautifully told with a powerful message.
no, sometimes they’re fireworks… ha
Terrific, Randy! Great to see you again!
Thank you, wm.
Considering how dark it must be before you see the light it’s a terrific metaphor…
I enjoyed the rhythm of this piece.
Yes, you could say there’s rhythm to this method.
Welcome back, Randy. Am I to understand the fireworks are speaking? I guess they don’t understand what they are. It would make a great cartoon but you’re making me feel sorry for fireworks–fireworks. 🙂 — Suzanne
A million people probably already told you that your link to the new FF prompt doesn’t work, but just in case… 🙂