Weekend Rewind: Rediscovered Riches.
Suze Kay: The End.
Vocal moves at the speed of light. In a whirlwind of submit, hearts and comments, the enthusiasm quickly wanes as publications move on-wards through the conveyor belt of creation. The new overshadows the old. This is the way of the world but, as a result, our words are buried, forgotten or are never even given the daylight they deserve. Treasures missed, gems left in the history of the ever scrolling feed.
But nestled within the archives of this articulate Aladdin's cave there are diamonds cut and shimmering with the profundity of insight and beauty, waiting to be revisited, rediscovered and found.
Our "Weekend Rewind" aims to be something of a time machine, transporting you backwards and shining a metaphorical candle on creators and creations that you may have missed as life, love and the universe took centre stage. We offer a gentle reminder of the timeless nature of truly impactful writing.
This weeks hidden gem comes from:
The End
A poem about the cyclical fears of our human race
Have people always been this bad?
I read The Wasteland and think so. I read the paper and think so, too.
The moon blinks and the sea recedes.
I weep and you do, too.
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Guitar strings shiver and the mist creeps in.
This is the oldest place in the world, with trunks thicker than cars.
We sit by the fire and wait for something to happen.
We sit by the fire and hope nothing does.
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Tell me the story about the bear mace. Tell me
about napalm, and pits in the jungle. Tell me
that it's getting better, all the time, and then sing me
another one that doesn't rhyme.
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Susannah Johnston, aka Suze Kay on vocal, has been writing for the platform since June 2021. Though she usually shares her words in the longer-form format, she shows in this short, thought-provoking poem, her talent weaving words into an emotional experience.
If you like pieces that are a little raw and vulnerable and a bit disconcerting, please give @susannah’s poem, The End, a read!
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Comments (5)
Such a clever poem! 👏👏👏 Suze is a force to be reckoned with. We can all learn a thing or two from reading her work. Way to go, Suze! Thank you for sharing, Keila.
Suze is one talented young lady!!
Oooo, I loved that poem so much! Thank you so much for sharing it!
Thanks for digging this one up again, Keila!
Sj - aka; Sk ~ I've experienced the stench of "Napalm in the Morning"...never to forget ~ - I've enjoyed your series - Jk.in.l.a.