Let it be known that I responded to this piece without being aware of the last two words in the title. Thus, I make no apologies for a lack of reference to anything to do with the event implied.
Impressions of Threnody For the Victims (of Hiroshima)
She’s coming for me,
the ghost of myself.
Am I paranoid?
What? What?
What do you want?
Why me?
The birds are shrieking
or is it violins?
or is it violence?
Now! The bees, buzzing
and the gulls, insisting
quieter,
quieter
Oh Africa!
Stomping on those drums
Jungle insects,
birds in a frenzy,
the lions are pouncing
elephants lurking,
they’re so quiet!
What can it mean?
Where have they gone?
Was it my dream?
Was it my dream?
My heart is rising
with the sirens
in the distance.
Floating—
a dead thing
beside the limp
jellyfish,
as little glitterfish
sparkle
then the whale comes
to swallow me whole.
I am in the belly;
call me Ishmael!
call me Job
call me Pinocchio—
I am a liar!
On Shakespeare’s stage
we begin
the fencing match!
I am pierced!
It is the end!
My blood runs
so cold!
Silence deafens me
and then the waves begin
to sweep in…
Tidal!
Over my head!
I’m drowning!
I’m…
Wake me up.
Wake me up now!
My head is pounding,
about to burst;
my temples throb.
Seabirds en masse—
a mountain of terns
calling my name.
Rise from the depths!
I’m floating now,
floating to the surface.
Calmed. Calmed.
I am breaking
the waterline.
I feel your pain, Sista! After tasting a couple of Hoegaardens this weekend, I'd suggest opening a 6-pack, and you'll be fine. That IS good stuff and so is this poem! 🙂
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wake up kat! lol. faint hints of college nipping at my nose…lol. wonderful imagery!
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I like how your piece is set on the beach in a very quiky “Kat” style. Your “call me Ishmael… call me Job…call me Pinocchio” really jumped out at me!
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Some of your work that I like the best are ones like these that seem to just spill out of you mind like running downhill.
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Kat, me too!Do I love you – gulls/drums/Africa/whales/pierce(d)/calm – me too!In fact, now that I'm really thinking, it's a little bit spooky.Love this bit:I am in the belly;call me Ishmael! call me Job call me Pinocchio— I am a liar! and the glitterfish sparkle and that final line.I'm still a bit in shock.
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Beautiful and brilliant, Kat, perhaps your best?. Love the last lines.This is more of what I was hoping for.
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This sounds like a rebirth dream, a serious baptism by immersion and the pace of it – spilling out … like running downhill, as Deborah put it – suits the panicky underwater feel of it. I could feel my lungs bursting.
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Isn't it interesting how many people heard water/water creatures in this? Listening to that music, I can feel this with you. Very good.
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Glorious and frightening, but I really like happy ending. We can get through it all and emerge on shore.
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