The Flounderer

By Bee
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She gasped over
smokers, drinkers, or eaters
unconcerned about the fats and Es,
those with emotions,
sealed inside. The festerers.
She'd yell at them to stop it!
Felt better for it...
Bellowed, 'Swallow green!' whatever
the latest life extending fad -
she wanted to follow it - for her -
for them...
Quit festering,
she said. Eat slow. Fast.
Sad, she supped with the best of them -
reminisced herself to sleep on evening cheer -
beat up, as she was, on regrets, or else
she'd sweat it out and cry till dawn -
alcoholic, bulimic, anorexic, glutton
for punishment, and hopelessly romantic.
Mended / broken. Well
meaning - ate good, tried kind, slept sound,
hoping something might come of the effort,
prayed
while Ernie, 80, could barely draw a breath
for fags and sucked his days; their pay away
on cheapest grog. Mean mouthed
taker, hater, beater, swearer...
Nourished on nothing but polluted air,
he refused to stop breathing, even though
the world about him longed
to bid his selfish soul bye bye! And She was
never going to die, was she?
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Hi Bee, I know people like that.
Forever worrying others about over-indulgence the right food, red meat etc., but too weak to do it themselves.
Me? I believe in eating what I want, but in moderation.
You certainly have described the situation well. As I read through it I saw fear - frustration -humour; disgust. This piece has it all and it's packaged is such a smooth flow of words. I really think this would make a performance poem, How about posting us a recorded reading?
Well done!
Ed
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Jo Brand? heh heh heh. (sorry Jo Brown whoever you are)
Actually, I think you would be fine.
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Interesting poem
I've read this through four times and find my perspective shifting a little each time. At first it seems like a third person rant against people who wreck their own health through over-indulgence, but after a couple or re-reads I feel more about the despairing/deluded/sanctimonious mindset of the subject. Every time I read my perception of which those applies more changes a little. Which is saying the poem has a nice subtlety and ambiguity to it.
Good one Bee.
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the last few lines in
the last few lines in particular tell of what's to come. This reminds me of hilaire belloc a little bit, except bang up to date and I would also love to hear you read it!
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I particularly like your
I particularly like your playing with words throughout, which brings a dark humour. "Eat slow. Fast." gives us a taste of what is to come.
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Lot to think about and caught
Lot to think about and caught. Was reading something yesterday about what comes out of our mouth that is careful to really try to help others (not blast) being more satisfying to ourselves aswell as them than the best of foods.
Personally I found the 'Well
meaning …'
break a little confusing at first, maybe as I'm not used to that sort of 'hangover' with such a deep drop and, in that word, wouldn't there normally be a hyphen? Not dictating!
Rhiannon
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Thanks, wasn't really advice,
Thanks, wasn't really advice, just explainig how I wasn't fully understanding, but I think I understand more now! Rhiannon
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You transport your reader
You transport your reader through a host of emotions with this one, Bee. Excellent writing.
Tina
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