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By wt
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03 December 2007 |
Like a rose withering away at the stem
But your petals still of light life abound
Through the haunting inevitable
That eats away you look up as if nothing
Yet you have been hiding and your mind rock ice
Fighting to maintain some dignity
Protecting your secret impervious to the pain
Oh and the pain
The oxygen tank and the pills and the chemo and radio
As I come into your bedroom you eye me and
Slowly adjusting your hair with those hands
That had cuddled me as a child
Now wintered twigs that I know will not see the spring bloom
I look at you and for an instant
You are there
And I feel something burning rising slowly
To my throat and through my watering eyes
As my lungs explode
Ah my God how I held back my tears
As I smiled at you and swallowed
While underneath me my knees went weak
And my feet wobbled
But the tears were being shed
Around you as they scattered and rushed
Into any room any corner on any wall
Where you could not see them
Sobbing their hearts out
To the floor they knelt wailing
In utter silence torn in their insides
Frantically mumbling your name
As you walked out
Silent smiling
And took your seat majestic
They gathered around you
And you gazed and hinted at a smile
Watching us from across
Children sat like good students attentive to your every move
But you were already somewhere else
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Written by Phil (6713 comments posted) 3rd December 2007 | In places moving, in places perplexing. Something I've not said about your writing before - but it's true of this and a few others. I often think I'm there with you and then you dive off in an unexpected directions. It could very possibly be me - but I wonder if a tighter focus would in any way make your poems more accessible without stemming your liking for linguistic experimentation. Fermented, but not distilled. I guess I'm coming at this from what I look for in a poem. You, I'm sure, look for different things. (As do many others, no doubt.) Lots to like in this. Phil | phil Written by wt (137 comments posted) 3rd December 2007 | Thanks Phil out of curiosity where did you feel that I dived off in a different direction? Wt | Written by Phil (6713 comments posted) 3rd December 2007 | 'But the tears were being shed.' Like I said: might just be me. Phil | BTW Written by Phil (6713 comments posted) 3rd December 2007 | | Thanks for your comment on Tester. Good point, changed accordingly. | phil Written by wt (137 comments posted) 3rd December 2007 | hm that was an abrupt transition to the other family members present there at the time- going out of myself if you like..and onto the others,,, much as it was then ...as you know when one's senses are so acute you sort of leap from one emotion to another and I wanted that reflected (NB I'm still not revising Phil but am sure I'll eventually get there as I get a better sense of the craft)
| phil Tester Written by wt (137 comments posted) 3rd December 2007 | don't mention look forward to see how it develops Best
| Written by ellipinnock (1753 comments posted) 4th December 2007 | There are some really nice images in this - especially the first stanza and I liked 'wintered twigs' as well. The final two stanzas were weaker for me and I think the whole thing needs tightening up. But it has something... elli |
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