Suicide Notes

Hi Bee

Lulled on the ebb and flowed with the drone - wonderful choice of words.

A sad poem - but certainly makes one think.

Jean

I like the way you bring these things together, Bee: a casual phone conversation about the trivia of ordinary life, bringing us up with a shock to that final final line.  To be honest, I hadn't taken much notice of the title until I'd read that.  'Gone? Gone where?'  And then I tumbled. 

In all this meaninglessness around us, we still need to find meaning.  Without it, is there any point?

I could see it all, as if I was there - which made the last line sting even more.  Well done.

I wondered where the prompting for this poem had  come from.
It is very sad. The phone call seems to reflect her own small desire for purpose (livening up herself?) struggling very little against her feelings of listlessness and apathy about her life. Rhiannon

Quite a dark poem for you Bee. An unusual choice of topic but well executed.

Luigi

A gem, Bee, and those cherries richly deserved.

You manage to say so much in so few words.  The art of poetry, no less.

Tina

Hi Bee.

With Stan on this.  The individual tragedy juxtaposed (that word!:) with shared existence (it gets a bit like that thing with two mirrors, potentially - who knows what is going through the mind of the boy on the phone?).  This poem is like a rifle-crack in that whole mess of individual consciousness and communal life.  A great piece, Bee, with a kind of measured distance of the observer.  Beautifully observed.