Characters translucent with heartache
are at war with what it means to be alive.
The past is never useless, no day typical.
Stories are told of revenge, redemption,
people shivering in the cold calculus of history,
rooted in the notion life does not change.
Storytelling
24 Monday Jan 2022
Posted in poems
Poetry on the run 
AMAZING.
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It’s more than a notion, but I see what you are getting at. The past is a heavy weight to drag around all of the time. Some just stop moving.
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Thought-provoking piece. Nicely done.
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Fascinating. There is no one meaning, no narrative to a life, no soul to hold in a balance – just a kaleidoscope of potentials. Or at least that is what you stirred in me this moment.
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This is a simply fantastic line, Ron.
❤
David
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A thoughtful commentary. I really like
“people shivering in the cold calculus of history,”
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Nice to see you around again Ron… this was a lot in only 44 words, the notion that we can move through history without changing is one of the most dangerous I think
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What a killer opening line! We miss so much when we dwell in past resentments…
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