Waiting

Cherry

By Ed Crane

Wed, 24 Jun 2015
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15 comments
 

The world outside your room, merely a framed image

of ‘once was,’  only changing with movements in the

sky over unmoved buildings. You sit on padded plastic

facing the blank screen of a television which once shone

from breakfast to supper. Days pass slowly, welding into

one, while time flies taking, a morsel of memory in cruel

talons every day and your heart beats strong defying the

minutes; weeks and months of their long awaited task.

Certificate 15
Poem

Comments

Submitted by Bee on

Hi Ed.

I love the picture of that tree crossing into winter - very appropriate. The poem has that same feeling of waiting to cross over - life is a moving picture on the other side of a window. You have captured two contrasting atmospheres, the one outside and the one inside. The slow passing of time while 

'time flies taking, a morsel of memory in cruel

talons every day and your heart beats strong defying the

minutes; weeks and months of their long awaited task.' You have it there. Made me feel really sad. It's cruel. 

Bee

Submitted by Ed Crane on

It is a real pity to see old folks going like this. My Mother is in a care home, luckily still bright, but we can see the light is slowly dimming, her movements aren't too good now and she is getting tired.

I think you summed the sadness of it very well.

Edx

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Submitted by scratch on

I say the same as Bee.

 

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

much appreciated

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Such a sad waiting. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

Unfortunately that is life.

 

Submitted by EB on

Nothing left but the waiting. That the heart beats on when the rest is shutting down is cruel indeed. You paint the picture clearly in just these few lines. Excellent. 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

 

 

Submitted by EB on

Nothing left but the waiting. That the heart beats on when the rest is shutting down is cruel indeed. You paint the picture clearly in just these few lines. Excellent. 

Submitted by Art of the Diver on

Excellent piece Ed, 'once was' sums up all bar the will to survive. Enjoy the fruits of your labours!

Submitted by Ed Crane on

Your comments are very kind

 

Submitted by Costmary on

Is it life, is it death, is it still-life? I like this kind of poems where real things are endowed with special meaning. It is emotion through banality, it is like blooming an otherwise non-magical picture. It is also a hint of mystery...

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Submitted by Ed Crane on

I your comments ask the questions we all feel. Excellent feedback!

Ed

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

Very much appreciated!

 

Submitted by Stephen Thom on

hi, i first read this differently to the interpretations i have seen above - in such case, v sad but has prompted v lovely expression - but i first read it as a v hopeful, defiant piece. either way, absolutely lovely lines in 'time flies taking, a morsel of memory' and 'only changing with movements in the/sky over unmoved buildings'. lovely, thoughtful work