Take Away
Take away the blackness,
what does night become?
Remove arugula’s bitterness,
the reddened prints on a slapped
cheek, or yeast from leavened bread.
The coroner’s mask denies emotion.
We possess no less now than we did then.
One hand holds the root, the other, a trowel.
Soil, compost. Ash. Water, dreams. Renewal.
The economy of dying continues.
One mother stands alone, cradling pain in
both arms. The second shares her shadow.
“Take Away” is included in my chapbook, From Every Moment a Second, available for order now via Amazon.com and Finishing Line Press.
O at the Edges 
clever 🙂
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Thanks, Anthony.
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I received my copy of the book yesterday. It is wonderful.
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Yay! And thank you, Leslie! So glad it arrived safely.
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The last three lines blew my mind.
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Thank you!
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Book just arrived!
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I’m so pleased it’s finally arrived!
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I really like this, Bob.
All become voids. At times, there is no replacing what is gone.
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It’s hard to avoid the voids! And you’re right, there is no replacing.
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‘One hand holds the root, the other, a trowel.’ beautiful!
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Thank you, Pradita!
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You’re welcome
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Amazing!
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Thank you, Kanika.
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Fascinating. Memories should do the trick
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Thanks, Derrick. They do, sometimes.
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What an interesting thought! Take us away and they will still have our poetry!!
Loved it Bob…
Dwight
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Thanks, Dwight.
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It captivated me from begin2end. That’s awesome that your an author and your books are doing so well. Im a writer myself and it would be great to have your feedback on my new short called The Writers Block. Hope to see you there
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Well, thank you. I don’t know if the books are doing well, but they’re doing something. 🙂
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