The sound of an ambulance
very late in the fetid night
closes, then closer, louder,
howling, cutting machete-like
through the traffic for the ER,
then leaving us, passing
away now, quieter,
and quieter. Just how you
entered my life, in a hurry,
and left it as suddenly.
All there is now to tell the tale?
A wreck, and a fading echo.
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Very nice poem, Yolly. I like the way it approaches from afar, builds up as it nears and sweeps by, then fades into the distance. So much like life.
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Thanks, George … if that’s how you read it then I got it right … thanks for the feedback!
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I think it is a very effective poem. It started in a very sensory mode, but ended in the abstract. The ending was a surprise, and that is what made it so effective for me. I love the metaphor. Thank you for sharing.
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You are very welcome, Bonnie, and I thank you very much for the positive feedback 🙂
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