Bombs keep dropping, they keep falling. Like the one that did just the other day
on a holiday. And then today my dead mother called to say hey don't forget from
whose loins you came.
Bombs keep blowing this notion called peace into fragmented bits,
into snapshots and periodicals, right next to the obituaries.
There's Miss Townsend, 86, next to Akbar, 9.
And henny penny said the sky is falling!
And chicken little said it's a bomb, silly, just another bomb.
Bombs keep falling:
mazeltov cocktails
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Written for The City of Lost Children Challenge, a worthy cause sponsored by Flash Fiction Friday.
Thanks, Thomas and Fiona.
I read this poem and two others, inspired by September 11, on WUWM's Lake Effect!
http://www.wuwm.com/programs/lake_effect/le_sgmt.php?segmentid=8027
"mazeltov cocktails"
Caustic and deadly. *
James, you are too kind. Thanks!
Toxic, powerful. fave
Thanks a ton, MaryAnne! You are so nice!
bombs and piece ----crazyness.
Yes, indeed, Estelle. Thanks!
Brilliant ending - well done!
Thanks so much, Gill!
Loved this, Robert! "Bombs keep blowing this notion called peace into fragmented bits,
into snapshots and periodicals, right next to the obituaries." Nice job! ****
Thanks so much, Meg! It's for such a great cause.
Love the chicken little inference... you capture the daily terror with the absurdity of it quite well here.
Thanks so much, Thomas! I appreciate yur comments and honor you for representing such an important issue as this.
Strong phrasing, Robert - and a great form - lines dwindling to the final cocktails – and no closing punctuation.
Wonderful piece.
Such a different take. It's wonderful & I agree with everyone else, the ending is amazing.*
Sam,
I am grateful for your comments! Thanks!
Jen,
Always so nice to have your generous spirit shining through your words. I appreciate this!
great finish. Says much with so little.
Thanks, JP, your support means a lot!
Mazeltov cocktail? Crazy.
Dearest only you know the true meaning of the word. Thanks for your plethora of support.
This is so vivid, and the wordplay is incredible, culminating in a powerful story in less than 100 words... wow.
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Thanks so much Matthew! And for a great cause, too. See notes at top of column.
Nicely done, Robert.
Thanks, Susan!
"mazeltov cocktails"?
Bobbi, give it some deep thought...just wonder what you took from that phrase?
Molotov cocktails--OK, I get that reference.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Molotov_cocktail
Mazel tov means good luck (literally) or congratulations in Hebrew and Yiddish.
Mazeltov cocktails--interesting collocation of words.
Apparently in current use: http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Mazel%20Tov%20Cocktail
Band reference?
http://mazeltovcocktail.com/
Play reference?
http://www.mazeltovcocktailtheplay.com/
I'm with Bobbi. Still baffled by the idea and how it connects with the poem. Is the Jewish association with "mazel tov" relevant?
Despite my concerns with the last line, like the poem quite a bit. Especially like the dead mother part.
Capitalize Henny Penny and Chicken Little since they're names?
Strong, sober work. *
Thanks so much, James! I appreciate that very much.
As Thomas said, you capture the terror with the absurdity in this piece quite well. *
Thanks so much, Christian. I am grateful for your comments and support.
Excellent!
What can I add? Great. Moving. Frightening.
Darryl,
YOU are excellent! Thanks!
Christopher,
I appreciate you so much. A ton.
After reading so many flash bits, a poem was a refreshing change in this series. War, fascism, hate, quite a world to raise a child in.
Nice Robert!
Thank you for contributing to this fantastic F3 challenge.
Short and powerful. Great poem, Robert.
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Ron, I am really grateful that you stopped by to make these generous comments about this poem. Peace in all things to you and yours!
Myra,
I appreciate your comments and thanks for the wonderful support.
That last line just killed me. *
Tina,
Thanks so much! I value your generous comments and support.
Thanks so much for contributing something different. The horror of war and terrorism all mixed up with daily life - brilliant
Thanks so much for taking part. xx
Fiona,
I can't tell you how much this project, and your generous comments and spirit mean to me, and how timely this all is. I am reading this poem, and two others, on our local NPR affiliate today to honor the event that falls on this weekend. I am grateful for the opportunity you afforded to me, and so many other writers and artists.
Stunning, Robert. *
Thanks so much, Beate.
"There's Miss Townsend, 86, next to Akbar, 9."
That line, and the last, does the poem for me.
A worthy reminder to have compassion and tolerance with everyone.
The combination of bombs and fairy tales is very clever and striking. This has a great pace and well, it's a wonderful, yet sad, piece.
Thanks so much, Matt! You rock!