Saturday, June 25, 2011

Illusion

The doctor said they were almost home
right before the baby's heart stopped.

Retired husband told wife almost home
a week before her Alsheimer's diagnosis.

Young mother relaxed, almost home
as she felt the car's brakes fail.

Peacemaker dared trust almost home
seconds before assassin's bullet struck.

Never trust almost.

11 comments:

  1. What a collection of tragic vignettes you weave into your poem, Victoria. Yes, never trust almost, because in the blink of an eye...

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  2. I keep trying to think of ways to express how much impact your poems have. Somehow, wow or amazing or so strong just don't say it. This once makes me skip a breath with its truth. Excellent.

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  3. Tragedies of "almost." Brilliant.

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  4. Greetings,
    How are you?
    Inviting you to join poetry potluck week 41 tomorrow,
    Any poems are welcome…
    Cheers.
    Always, your talent is sunshine to us.
    Jingle
    xoxox

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  5. I agree, Victoria. Almost is NOT reliable.

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  6. Wow! Your writing is so powerful, Victoria. I remember the phone call to Bill of jubilation that we had raised our kids and life was good..just before we got the news of Brian. Now I get a bit scared each time I think I'm "almost home".

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  7. Lovely title, and apt expansion. Sort of shook me for a few seconds.

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  8. This poignant piece reminds me that almost done with anything simply means on the the next thing... and everything has inherent lessons and experiences, often challenging.

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  9. Wow, you write with such power. This is fantastic! "Never trust almost." You nailed it.

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  10. Powerful write. Never count your chickens before the eggs hatch. Though it's human to relax in the home stretch it gives credence to the saying "there's no place like home". Thanks for sharing!

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