Doppler Effect

Posted: October 19, 2014 in Popular Culture et al
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ambulance night

 

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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Comments
  1. gwpj says:

    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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  2. Bonnie Cramond says:

    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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