Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Halfway



When the end comes
it's not announced by trumpets,
nor by red carpet to welcome it.
When the end comes,
it's manifested in deaf ears,
and in sharp words that sting.
Smooth verses
are stored away like
ornaments after Christmas.
Silence gnaws like
acid on metal,
the exterior still shinny and gleaming.
Green fields turn brown
from drought.
Halfway roads are less traveled,
the cold hangs in the air,
even though the sun is shinning.
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27 comments:

  1. XAugust 19, 2015 at 12:42 PM

    Yikes. Not a fun time, the end. And the end can sneak up on you as well. Unnoticed until too late. Silence can be deadly as well, eating away at relationships.

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  2. ClaudiaAugust 19, 2015 at 1:35 PM

    ugh - that is extremely painful... the end often doesn't announce itself in a way that we can turn the steering wheel around - i wish we could more often

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  3. VictoriaAugust 19, 2015 at 3:01 PM

    Stark reality that touches us all. When I worked hospice, we sometimes asked patients to visualize how they would like it to be.

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  4. MaryAugust 19, 2015 at 7:50 PM

    Ayala, consider posting this for Poets United Midweek Motif, where the prompt is "Silence" this week. Your poem fits perfectly!

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  5. GabriellaAugust 19, 2015 at 7:50 PM

    Your poem echoes a number of endings, a person's death or that of a relationship. It is always painful.

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  6. GraceAugust 20, 2015 at 8:12 AM

    That ending is painful ~ I specially like this part:

    Silence gnaws like
    acid on metal,

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  7. brudbergAugust 20, 2015 at 10:38 AM

    Oh the end.. something that is like a snake coiled up.. silently it slithers, and the green turning brown.. many ends are hard to consider.

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  8. Maude LynnAugust 20, 2015 at 2:01 PM

    I think you're right.

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  9. mrs mediocrityAugust 20, 2015 at 3:41 PM

    Ooh, this is so ominous and eerie, but also filled with such truth.
    I especially loved: " Smooth verses
    are stored away like
    ornaments after Christmas."

    Yes.

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  10. Sanaa RizviAugust 20, 2015 at 4:59 PM

    Indeed.. the end does not announce itself coming... powerful write.

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  11. MaryAugust 20, 2015 at 6:24 PM

    Beautifully penned!

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  12. Pat HattAugust 20, 2015 at 6:54 PM

    The end pops up when it likes, no reason or rhyme to it most times.

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  13. Myrna R.August 20, 2015 at 8:56 PM

    This poem is sharp and tight. I certainly captures that feeling of the end, while life goes on for others.

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  14. UnknownAugust 20, 2015 at 9:22 PM

    This is how the (world) ends, not with a bang but a whimper.....this powerful poem brings that poem to mind. So many times, the end of a life or relationship is so painful.

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  15. UnknownAugust 20, 2015 at 9:23 PM

    This is how the (world) ends, not with a bang but a whimper.....this powerful poem brings that poem to mind. So many times, the end of a life or relationship is so painful.

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  16. AnonymousAugust 20, 2015 at 9:52 PM

    Silence gnaws like acid on metal... so true!

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  17. Sumana RoyAugust 20, 2015 at 11:28 PM

    gnawing silence and even the sun can't give warmth...yeah...it Is the end...great lines Ayala...

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  18. Shamsud AhmedAugust 21, 2015 at 6:52 AM

    Oh! this is done so beautifully.
    And when a body lose its path,
    the soul is hurt;
    It flitters, jitters
    and argue with its bearer,
    when the final bell rings?
    It weathers!!!

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  19. kaykualaAugust 21, 2015 at 7:18 AM

    Halfway roads are less traveled,
    the cold hangs in the air,
    even though the sun is shinning.

    One are dragged back in progress by half measures not rightly thought of. Very true in many instances Ayala!

    Hank

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  20. Gen Giggles August 21, 2015 at 12:23 PM

    Beautiful and haunting.

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  21. Katie Mia FrederickAugust 21, 2015 at 7:03 PM

    Old towns on small highways..
    Business goes..
    withering away..
    people staying
    separating
    inside..
    outside..
    all around
    but online
    is no end
    for some
    who
    otherwise
    will be
    separated
    again..:)

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  22. Sherry Blue SkyAugust 22, 2015 at 1:10 PM

    The lines that got me are "smooth verses stored away like ornaments after Christmas". I wonder about my writing, after I am gone.......

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  23. C.C.August 22, 2015 at 1:57 PM

    These lines: "Smooth verses
    are stored away like
    ornaments after Christmas.
    Silence gnaws like
    acid on metal,"

    WOW! You paint such effective word pictures with these lines! Excellent.

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  24. AnonymousAugust 22, 2015 at 9:16 PM

    Good heavens, this is painful to read. I love the last two lines.

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  25. grapelingAugust 23, 2015 at 3:39 AM

    yes ~

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  26. RudriAugust 24, 2015 at 8:04 PM

    The melancholy is palpable in your words. xo

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  27. AnonymousAugust 25, 2015 at 11:52 AM

    Oh goodness this hurts. :( -Patricia

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