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by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2016-2018
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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You’re very welcome:)
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So he hopes.
Once, a bomb exploded literally right behind my back. It happened in the shopping mall, just seconds after I walked out and turned to the bus stop. The sound of explosion was apparently muted by the sound of approaching streetcar. I had no clue. I took a seat in the streetcar and looked at my watch. It was 5.20pm. Later in the news they said that the first bomb exploded at 5.19. It was surreal to watch the bloodied face of the member of staff I talked just an hour ago.
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God. That brings it home. Thank you for sharing this, Inese.
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Just food for thoughts. Our experiences shape our perception 🙂
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This is … I want to say clever things but basically this is BRILLIANT! !!!
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Ooh, Tati is SO going to love you for saying that, Candice! 😀
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Talent is talent, I’d take my hat off but I enviously ate it.
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I do that too! 😛
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love the use of the nails
Great one Tati
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Tati thanks you, good sir. 😀
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Oh My!
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It certainly is confronting, isn’t it?
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It’s great!
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Agreed! 😀
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The portrait you have created has struck such a big effect on me. It brings a smile to my face that you are such a brilliant writer/artist/and imaginative human being. The content words you use here are scary and I love that about your writing. My I ask what inspire this poem?
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I’m not sure to be honest with you. Tati didn’t tell me. I’d love to know what her inspiration was too. Tati? 🙂
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Great poem…. the ending like has such a powerful effect of contrast, dear Tati…
I truly liked that…. Sending best wishes. Aquileana ⭐
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Thanks, Aquileana. Tati is SO going to love your kind words! 🙂
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Scary but, unfortunately, absolutely true from many a man’s perspective these days! 😦 This was a very courageous and ingenious attempt to convey such so well with just a few words!
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Tati is pretty fearless when it comes to her poetry. I’m so glad you took it in the spirit that was intended. 🙂
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Oooh, Very Scary.
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It certainly is, Azul. 🙂
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I just watched a program that was so wrenching–the mother of one of the Columbine school shooters has written a book….oh gosh, it was painful to listen to her, the false guilt she carries. Heartbreaking.
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I agree with you, Azul. It truly is heartbreaking, isn’t it? Alas, these stories must be told if we are to have even a hope of understanding why such tragedies happen.
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One concerning part is that, no matter how many experts log countless hours of study, human beings are still a crap shoot. This poor mom (in the program) said she would have done everything differently–gone to the other extreme as far as not allowing her child privacy, monitoring friends, school issues, mood changes, etc–if she had a do-over. Sadly, that might not have changed a thing–or may have caused a tragedy of another kind. Parents can’t put their kids in protective bubble wrap, lest they do catastrophically destructive things–or in the hope they’ll be happy and healthy. You do your best–and Pray. And plenty of kids who come from truly abusive homes never even consider committing atrocious crimes. There is no rhyme or reason. I don’t know what the answer is, truly–but I chose not to have children because I was afraid I’d be a horrible parent–and never regretted my decision. Sorry I’m so wound up about this…
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Azul, I must say I have to agree with you on many of your points. In fact, I can also empathise with you not wanting to have children. I’ve long felt the same. I just don’t think I’d cut the mustard as a father. I really don’t.
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See, that shows that we are smart, wiser, less selfish than folks who just have children without giving it any serious consideration–or to meet some need within themselves. I fear for the kids who are the product of “willy-nilly” procreation… I was terrified I’d be like my mother, and I never wanted to see the look of fear and betrayal in my child’s eyes; so it was an easy decision made early. Have an excellent week, Tony 🙂
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I will, Azul. Thank you. And you too! 😀
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Thanks!
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“spilling rainy nails” 😀
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Such an evocative line, isn’t it? 😉
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It is – but it took me two days or so until I began to get any hint about what that might be about. Still not sure, but my guess is that the first half is about foreign powers ripping into one’s world, and the latter half has the terrorists gathering the leftovers of the bolting-down rain to make resistance weapons with.
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Actually, Gregory, while that isn’t what the poem’s about, another reading says to me that it could very much be read that way. I like that take. As to what the poem is about, it’s basically being told from the point of view of a terrorist. The terrorist wants out, and they’re doing one last job before they find that ultimate release they dearly crave. The birds in the poem represent that release. 🙂
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Ah, bollocks .
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😀
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Now that I go back to read the poem, it seems so clear that the first half is about air raids from a superior military force. Feeling really dumb that I didn’t get it the first time, but my favorite fruits have the hardest rinds. 😀
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Dumb? Absolutely not, sir. If anything, it shows that good poetry will always allow the reader space to make their own stories. In that regard, I declare the poem a success. And, as an observant reader, I declare you a success! 🙂
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Ah, but you’re far too generous. Your over-generosity, however, never detracts from my pleasure in erroneously guessing, in striking out to find the meaning. 😀
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Over-generosity? No. I’m just grateful to have your eyes on our work, that’s all. 😛
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