approaching greyscale
this blurred journey
slips
down streets
not only nameless but
soundless, dislocated
all the rhythms are abbreviated–
throbbing, stagnating
in a silent cinematic slow motion–
a composite of fragments
neither awake nor asleep–
a perpetual absence
of who
what when where
why
For dVerse, where Linda has given us the quadrille word of slip, and earthweal, where Brendan asks, “What comes next?”
K. 
The anguish in your poem is heartbreaking.
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It’s hard to escape these days Suzanne. But we must keep fighting back.
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Yes, it must be awful there. Stay safe.
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I love the title, which took me back to when a bunch of lovely dreamers envisioned a better world. We are heading down an unmarked street. But we can choose its name. We live in hope. Because we cant live without it.
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Yes we can still make choices for the good wherever life places us.
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This is a great poem, Kerfe. Very meaningful.
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Thanks Robbie.
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kaykuala
slips down streets
not only nameless but
soundless, dislocated
We often are faced with the dilemma of being in unfamiliar territory or surroundings through no fault od our own.
Hank
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correction – ….no fault of our own….
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I like the way you took the Beatles’ words and made them your own. You’ve conveyed the monochrome atmosphere of those nameless, soundless, dislocated streets, and combined it with the abbreviated rhythms. The last three months seem to have been in ‘silent cinematic slow motion’. Thanks for the song – one of my favourite Beatles’ songs – difficult because I love them all.
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It will get better, but this is how it feels now. Vivid milepost K.
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I like your description of the protesters: “neither awake nor asleep” with a perpetual absence. I wish I had a solution for it.
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What an amazing response to the prompt. Your poem has captured so much in so few words.
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Thanks Linda.
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You capture so well the confusion and the passion of these times. It’s so sad.
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Thanks Myrna. Frightening.
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How long before we have our own Tiananmen Square?
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Any day now
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You’ve really got the confusion here. I hope this leads to something better.
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Thanks Sarah. It’s hard to see past our fearless leader to anything better right now.
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When I saw the title I immediately thought of the Beatles … very hard to cope with what is happening.
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It is. Thanks Bjorn.
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So much depth in this
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Thanks Jude. I wish the news were not so dark.
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❤
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It does feel like we are in some sort of fragmented reality. Trying to figure it all out together. The news indeed seems to be bad, oh boy!
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Oh boy…every day, more and more.
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I feel the anguish in your words! This is a powerful poem ❤️
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Thank you. I think we are all feeling these things right now.
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