Escape Artist
He’s tired of chasing his dreams; of dreaming.
Immediately following the final flash of
one particular September sunset
across the fading green field
just outside his office window,
he heaves a sigh, leaves the keyboard
to gather its dust, says nothing to anyone
and, lost in an awful and endless silence, is gone.
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Poets And Storytellers United
Weekly Scribble #40
~ Walking Away ~
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Looks like we’re all feeling a certain sort of way at P&SU it seems. Dreams are what keep us going when so many things try to stop us. When we lose them, it’s so much harder to be willing to take any more steps.
Oh, this sounds like a good escape to make!
I hope he did not take the final plunge. I would like to think he took a tramp steamer to an exotic place.I know someone who did that.
How interesting to read different readers take on the poem. “…an awful and endless silence” is too ominous for me to envision his escape to his dream location. Although, the awfulness of it would be limited to those he left behind, his chase is over.
Luv your mysterious end, leaves a lot of space for the reader to fill in the blanks
Happy Wednesday
Much💖love
Oh no. 😦
Ooooo, I want to hear the rest of the story! …..
That thought of escape must have been teasing him for some time not to tell anyone. This is certainly a go way to go…wherever he went!
This brings back a memory of someone long ago who chose a final path to take.
An ominous poem, Ron. I suppose when you’ve seen that ‘final flash of / one particular September sunset’, there’s no looking back.
I am going to choose a positive ending for the person … off to chase new dreams, new vistas for exploration, maybe a change of name. I can relate.
There are times we just have to leave, leave without announcement, leave without taking baggage.
Walking away from the office felt like a retirement, no longer needing to chase dreams and instead goes off to live them.
I did walk away once in an awful office setting. Best thing I ever did!