BTT #41: On Transitioning

On Transitioning

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When I become

Known as I am

Don’t think I

Circle a path

That’s neither

Slow unfolding nor quick,

Neither open nor tightly walled.

Rather,

I have always

Simply been here

Whispering,

When something is

Important to you,

You care 

What it is called.

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Lona Gynt, September 2018.

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This is in response to Amaya’s prompt at dVerse “On a Loop”  We are instructed to write a new poem that includes a line from something we had written on a previous September 11.  I have that line in italics.  Here is the link to Amaya’s prompt, followed by a link to my prior 9/11 archive.  Interesting that both of my writings have nothing obvious to do with the tragic events of 9/11. Maybe we can transition that day and defeat the terror of that moment.

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Poetics: On a Loop

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BTT #16: For Uncertain Connotative Knowledge… A few choice words on a few choice words.

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Also this is linked for the Quadrille Monday hosted by De Jackson this week.  We are instructed to write a Quadrille that includes the word “quick.”  The link to this prompt and all of the quadrille rules are found here:

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Quadrille #64 – Quick!Write something!   

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Have my work cut out to read posts from two dVerse links – but oh what wonderful work that will be!!!   🙂

 

addendum, I wasn’t going to write about that day… but the poems I have read so far cycle me back to that day. Here is my memory:

I was trying to get two different critically ill patients out of clinic at a Southeastern USA Air Force Base to the local hospital. I had just sent our base ambulance off with the heart attack patient and so we called for a community ambulance to get there. I was working feverishly, wondering why the ambulance from the community was having trouble getting on base to transport my second patient. I heard something vague about a plane crash in NYC and had no idea what that had to do with my patient with fulminant diverticulitis not being able to get the ambulance sent to us, I had to get on the horn and bark at the security gate about my patient needed that ambulance to get to him and was told that nothing was allowed on to the base, I said he could explain that to this retired serviceman’s family at his funeral, or he could let the ambulance get in. They let it in, the patient got transported with lights going and I took a breather, then went to a crowded break room just in time to see a replay of the second tower collapse in a silent glittering haze on the tiny screen. I stopped, I knew, ah now I got it, I cussed something unbelievable under my breath.

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All rights reserved September 2018 to Lona Gynt.

Recited at Out Loud Huntsville, Open Mic Night 12-22-19.  This is what I wore.  🙂