Growing wings

Cherry

By Pat G

Sat, 13 Jun 2015
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11 comments
 

Eighty times, plus the day 

a bloody revolution lay howling 

on a laundered sheet;

yes, by then I'll have shed

my fat and will look eagerly

round corners where once,

I would have sworn,

there was no need.

My dull eyes will acknowledge

the hand on my arm,

steering me somewhere

I do not, necessarily, aim to go.

An 'ologist will declare my evolution

to be at an end.

Across from the winged chair

more vinyl tombs

will hold the corpses of the young.

Cataract eyes don't talk much,

but they hear the whispering

of genes in heavy tea cups

with two sugars too many. 

Certificate 12
Poem

Comments

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

Very interesting. I thought the rhythm was easy to follow as it flowed well.

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by Pat G on

Ah, thank you for reading the poem and commenting.

Submitted by love_writing on

Most poignant and sad...made me  think of the helplessness yet knowingness ( if that makes sense!) of the old souls in a nursing home....the arm steering somewhere you don't necessarily aim to go, sums it up for me.

love_writing

Submitted by Pat G on

Thank you - and your comment makes perfect sense.

Submitted by EB on

You express so well the sadness behind a lack of capacity to make choices, have a voice, except for the internal one, which though unnoticed, may linger till the end. 

Submitted by Pat G on

Thank you for reading this and for the comments.

Submitted by Bee on

'My dull eyes will acknowledge

the hand on my arm,

steering me somewhere

I do not, necessarily, aim to go.'

That's so sad - and perfectly said.

Bee

Submitted by Pat G on

Thanks Bee. Hope I haven't spread too much sadness.

Submitted by Stephen Thom on

very sad and even seems to move with a certain ominous pace such things must be written about and it is painted with beautiful strokes 'lay howling /on a laundered sheet' / 'I'll have shed/my fat and will look eagerly/round corners'. very lovely, precise way with words and able to shift and cut to the heart 'vinyl tombs'

 

Submitted by Pat G on

Thank you Stephen. I appreciate the thoughtful comments.

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

There's an inevitability here, a surrender to aging and the knowledge that there is an end to things, not something we tend to want to acknowledge.