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Where Shelter Sep 2023
Black Tambourine by Rick Richardson

Death is a dark knife
that cuts the light
through the window.
A black car in the night.
A burning cigarette
bursting on the highway.
A fire going out.
A gypsy with whiskey
breath shaking
a black tambourine.

~~~~~

Black Tambourine Rebuttal by NM Lipstadt

Death is a lit light,
sundering the slowing,
defeating the resistance,
accepting with gratitude the surrendering of labored breathing,
tallying as complete the summation of
all the trials of errors
these accumulations,
accompanied
fittingly,
by an 1812 overture music spectacular,
with fireworks and cannons
pronouncing
victory, at long last!

a V-D Day,
over the onerous blackness
of too many soleless nights,
instead it offers a comforter
of Where Shelter?
Here!

in  our starry be-Knighted,
our jointed  crowning neath tapestry blanket of transport to
our immortality sheltering.

do not doubt its
peculiar nourishing
is
bountiful certainty
Elle H Apr 2018
He said, as “words or wisdom” ...
     Don’t dream ... don’t wish...
I say
     Dare to dream and make wishes
     Exercise your imagination
     No one knows the future for it has yet to unfold


He said...
     Never ask anyone to save you
I say...
     Who needs saving? You or me?
     I am a survivor on my own merit.


He said...
     I can not pander toward other people’s loneliness.
I say...
     It wasn’t loneliness you were pandering toward.
    You are a hunter.
     I was bored.


He said...
     It (you) takes away from my other relationships (yes, plural)
And the tells me...
     Love exclusively or don’t love at all.
I say...
     What’s good for the goose is not good for the gander, huh?
     You do not practice what you preach
     therefore, there is no wisdom in your speech.


Just MY thoughts

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