a rain slicked street
forces meet
headlights beam
sirens scream
two blocks north
a child is born
life goes forth
while someone mourns
a rain slicked street
forces meet
headlights beam
sirens scream
two blocks north
a child is born
life goes forth
while someone mourns
Mui-Ling Teh, 3 months ago
Wow, although this is short it says a lot. I remember back in elementary school, we would used to have ceremonies on Remeberence day, and each glass would do a presentation or sing a song. From time to time there would be themes talking about how everyday someone dies while a new life is born. Sometimes in a class discussion the topic leads into wonders; for example, when someone dies and a new life is born; maybe the new life is the reincarnation of the diseased one.
butchart in reply to Mui-Ling Teh’s comment, 3 months ago
thank you for your insights… i was driving home yesterday and several emergency vehicles screamed by… it got me thinking about the whole cycle of life and yes… you were exactly correct in your assumption that i was alluding to it…..........b
Silvia Manuela, 3 months ago
Good stuff.
Susan Epps Oliver, 3 months ago
Good write,b…..........wouldn’t work so well with a word extra or a word less :)
jlynn, 3 months ago
Wow Perfect and true!
butchart in reply to jlynn’s comment, 3 months ago
so here’s your challange…. give me an image for it…......xoxo.b
butchart in reply to Susan Epps Oliver’s comment, 3 months ago
thank you susan… i agree …it’s one of those ratatatat works i tend to spew out…..........................b
lianne, 3 months ago
Powerful and in so few, so right, so compelling words! Quite brilliantly done!
Suzanne German, 3 months ago
this reminds me (not sure how or why), of Elvis Presley’s song – ‘The Ghetto’ when another little child is born…into poverty and his mother cries cause if there’s one thing that she don’t need is another little hugnry mouth to feed int he ghetto…that song has always got me (and i am not a huge elvis fan)...
nice words butch…nice!
clone42, 3 months ago
This is one of my favourite conversations.
Balance manifests like an onion.
... or maybe a puzzle-fruit…
I don’t know.
Paul Compton, 3 months ago
Oh, Butch…this is so perfect! Powerful, precise and moving. Great stuff!
butchart in reply to lianne’s comment, 3 months ago
just finding this… thanks liannes… i should have known you’d be around for this one…...... you are wonderful …....b
butchart in reply to Suzanne German’s comment, 3 months ago
actually suzanne.. that song came to my head too…...... thank you so much…... sad huh…but life…....b
butchart in reply to clone42’s comment, 3 months ago
thank you clone42… life IS like an onion…you just have to keep peeling those layers… and let the tears come….........peace and light…........b
butchart in reply to Paul Compton’s comment, 3 months ago
Paul… thankyou so much for reminding me of this one… it got lost in the whirlwind…. i apppreciate you so much…......b