A Time-Lapse Map of Every Nuclear Explosion Since 1945 - by Isao Hashimoto (by aConcernedHuman)
I’d like to write poetry like this
Blown Away By Sara Crowley
You said go, enjoy yourself, and I did. You said go, and I went. When I got back, you were gone.
Wind swirled crunches of leaves and tiny dirts. I leaned into the air and, as I walked, perfume was blown from my skin. While I was sipping wine and talking, talking with old friends, you were leaving me.
You were packing away shine, gleam and spark. Emptying the cupboards of indulgences: freshly ground coffee beans, dark chocolate and cardamom pods. You were stealing comfort and ease as I swallowed another mouthful of slightly warm wine.
I was laughing, perhaps, as you darkened the light. I did laugh. It was maybe too loud to be real, but nonetheless. My friend squeezed my knee.
You wound in the wool, snipped the cotton, buttoned up your coat. I cut my evening short and hurried back to you. I told my friends how grateful I was but I had to go. The wind pushed me along the roads, assisting.
I entered the house and knew it was empty. Hollow.
“Hello?” You said go, enjoy yourself, and I tried to. When I got back, you were gone.
(Source: irishtimes.com)
