
One of his poems that especially talks to me, is one called “After someone’s death” Selecting a line I wanted to avoid the most obvious and well-known lines and went for this:
all of the names swallowed up by the cold
By Swedish Nobel Laureate Tomas Tranströmer.
Which I believe will be a versatile line to use in your prosery. The challenge is:
Write a piece of prose of no more than 144 words (or if you want exactly 144 words) that includes the given line. You may change it with line breaks, punctuation but you have to keep the order of the words.
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Standing near newly mounted dark soil, I automatically reach for the hand of my husband, but he is not there. He is far away caring for our three children. By my father’s side I am remembering other relatives, and “all of the names swallowed up by the cold” come rushing to my mind. I console my father as much as I can while keeping myself tear free and strong. I hold him close during the funeral trying not to sob. I had let my voice explode in the hospital room but now I had to be in control, concentrating on my father. At night, alone in the bedroom is when I secretly grieve my mom.
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Prosery – Tomas Tranströmer
This is a lovely write, Cheryl. We feel the need to be strong for the other and to grieve in private. I know exactly.
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Thank you for reading
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My pleasure!
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so lovely Cheryl! A sad piece!
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True story. When I was 30
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