The Dying Body Chronicles 30: Friendship

this hand hold yours for a little/the walls
seem further now/you are friend yes/yes

George/we friends/your face fills with
tree barks/you should see tired/look at

yourself/where did we sit the time/
the seats warp/is it that long ago/

remember the war/how we ran/how we
fell/remember the taste/bullets lodged

inside those three boys running with.../
what war was that/the first/the

second/the third/was war our body/we
wanted the becoming & the soldiers

carnaged our lives/i never knew tears
dry up/me too/what we running from

that time/time faded everything i.../how
long I known you/all of the evil time/

my friend yes/we know evil time/
did we pluck mangoes from Dede's

trees/no but we swarmed Ethiope/
rounds after rounds tearing water

to tears/we did that/those were evil
times too/yes/we have survived evil

times/it must be my mother's prayers/
did I tell you she's prayer warrior.../your

mother been dead forty years/how
do you know/I'm your friend George/

are you my mother's friend/who
are you & why do you keep calling

me George/I am your friend


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With the poem above, I have come to the end of these chronicles that speak of life while looking at death. This chronicle is a different animal compared to my older writings. It is not as experimental as those pieces. Maybe I am settling like an old house. I really want that vibrant colour I saw when I first began writing here.

I hope that you have enjoyed each piece that made up this chronicle, be it a story or a poem. I have enjoyed writing each one of them.

Thank you #inkwell, #freewriters, #blockchainpoets, #proofofbrain for providing spaces that welcomed my writing. I am entirely grateful also to @minnowsupport, @ocd and @curie for their continual support. They have kept the faith and believed in my writing long before I began to see my works as valid. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Good night..


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Hello @warpedpoetic. So you're at the end of these writings. I have enjoyed reading them.

In your write above when you state:

your face fills with
tree barks/you should see tired/look at

yourself/where did we sit the time/
the seats warp/is it that long ago/

"Where did we sit the time?" Those two remember a time passed where they witnessed atrocities and other inflictions upon dying bodies through the years. One may have forgotten the other's name, but the circumstances of their shared experiences are the same.

Thanks for sharing.

Read through @dreemport

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Indeed, the dying body Chronicles has come to an end.

Your interpretation is spot on with regards to the context of the poem and the personas involved. Thank you for stopping by.

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Incredibly moving and thoughtful. The memories they go back so far but the pain and hurt are still there. The connection remains to those moments in time, to his friend and to those they lost. Quite poignant. I have enjoyed reading your chronicles. I have a few still to read but I will get to them🙏 Thank you for sharing these. I came to your post via @dreemport

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Thank you so much. I appreciate you stopping by.

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