Apparition

By Parson Thru

Tue, 13 Mar 2018
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You wandering bag of cancers

Innumerable tragic parts

How can you stand and look like that?

As though nothing’s going on

Planning your various futures

Pretending to enact them

Go and play among your dreams

Tomorrow you’ll be busy

You’ll forget that we had words

It’ll all be fine again

Forgetting is the knack, whereby

Life limps gamely on

Certificate U
Poem
Mortality Games
Miscellaneous

Comments

Submitted by celticman on

I don't know if cancer is a metaphor or a truism, but it seems blghted. 

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

At some point (the point of realisation), it's probably both.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Denzella on

Hello Kevin,

I liked this very much although it's a difficult subject.  However, you get your point across with an admirable economy of words. 

Moya x

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thanks Moya.

A mess of everything, as is the universe and life. Things coalesce into recognisable shapes from time to time, but everything is present around us all of the time.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

Love the opening line. Feels Shakespearean, a hero addressing an ill omen, sword and  reason in bright day combating the Shadow, unequal struggle. You have inspired my thoughts!

Submitted by Parson Thru on

I woke up from a restless state of aches and pains and saw myself in the mirror. The words were already present in the room. I just wrote them down.

Parson Thru