Wind-buffeted morning
shadows hunt silhouettes
on back-swept wings.
Blood, bone and muscle
fit like gloves containing
consciousness
and fetid fearfulness.
Everything breaks
and dies. We fear
the unexpectedness
of death, a slow verb
about to spring into action
one unknown day,
never far away.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
The Kiss of Death located at Barcelona’s Poblenou Cemetery – image found on Pinterest
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille – Be Not Afraid
Victoria is hosting the fun and challenging Quadrille this Monday. She says: ‘We live in anxious times. On a global scale there is international conflict and instability, terrorist threats, political divisiveness and uncertainty, identity threat and climate change. We are polarized and fear one another, fear those who see things differently than we do.
On a personal level it can be even worse. We fear meaninglessness, financial insecurity, the past, the future, loss, death and what comes after. We are afraid that we are not good enough, that we don’t meet expectations. We seek professional help for anxiety we can’t even name.
And then there are those good old phobias—some of them understandable if we dip into events of our past. I have a horror of heights that I think came from having to descend a rickety old fire escape during fire drills in High School. Others, not so rational.’
Victoria would like us to take the word FEAR and use it in a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding the title. Fear can be used as a verb, noun, adjective (fearful) and adverb (fearfully). She asks us not be afraid but to just take it wherever the muse leads us.
This is so visceral. Love love LOVE this:
“Blood, bone and muscle
fit like gloves containing
consciousness”
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Glad you like it, De!
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Wionderful: a slow verb about to spring
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Thank you, Sascha!
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Isn’t it ironic how the unexpected rates such a slow-chewing title! Excellent poem!
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Thank you, Charley!
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Slow verb – brilliant line!
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Thanks Jill!
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I like the poetry , hauntingly beautiful !
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Thank you, Milan!
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Sometimes death can be an action verb, from our first breath to our last. Stunning Q44 though, well packed with poetics. I like the lines /shadows hunt silhouettes/on swept-back wings/.
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Thanks Glenn!
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So many precise descriptions in this, Kim. The photo is amazing–I had never seen this before. For me these lines just brought it home:
a slow verb
about to spring into action
one unknown day,
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Thank you, Victoria!
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Wow wow wow–you’re too amazing…
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Thank you!
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Most sincerely welcome 🙂
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Everybody seemed to mention, “The slow verb springing into action”. I’ve got to admit, it sounds like a train wreck in slo mo.
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Death as a a slow verb about to spring into action. Wow! I never thought of this. Brilliant!
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Thank you, Maria!
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A slow verb about to spring into action. Love these words !!!
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Thanks Victoria!
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All fear lives in a fear of death or suffering and loss. If we believed that this is but a material experience and that death takes us home, it would all be so much easier.
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Wow. You really hit home here. It’s very powerful.
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Thanks Sarah!
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Exquisite craftsmanship with your words in this piece. Have read it three times. Love it
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Thank you!
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Oh my…..death as a slow verb that can pounce suddenly upon us. Vivid description here and so very very true. What an interesting way to think about it…as a slow verb that can suddenly rush at us.
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“Shadows hunt silhouettes”- the shadow of a predator over the silhouette of it’s prey. And the sneakiness of death as a slow verb that could spring upon us at any moment. There’s a lot to love in this poem!
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Thank you kindly!
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So much to enjoy and admire here Kim I could quote the whole piece back at you. I think we could do more in our culture to embrace the dance with death that begins the moment we are born.
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Thanks Paul! I’m looking forward to the responses to your prompt later on this evening. 😊
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Me too. See you there.
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Brava.. 🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
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Thanks Dorna!
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At my age the “slow verb” seems ever nearer. Your descriptive words and the photo leave me in a somber mood. I do not fear death, but the photo depiction is rather terrifying. Powerful write!
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I hope the poem hasn’t left you too somber, Bev.
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Death and fear seem to go hand in hand in modern culture. If only we could think of it as, ” Death is only a horizon; and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.” 🙂
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Very true, Olga.
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Nice description of the “unexpectedness of death” as a “slow verb
about to spring into action”.
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Thanks Frank!
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Death is a concept which can be fitted with a plethora of adjectives. Beautiful, sad, happy(sometime), and one of the worst would be the fear. Fear of dying can be the worst because it can attack one wherever he is!
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Fearing the unexpected. Yes.
I especially like the last few lines.
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