One Day I Grew Old/The Sunday Whirl
i thump my head against a wAll try to remember wHat is forgotten
my thoughts are full of those from the past wHat happened long aGo
but i have forgotten thIs morning or yesterDay
it is a plague of the mind the words i seek have disAppeared
life sucks when you can’t remember yOur own name
i approach the swing in the play yard hEar the other children singing
i try to remember the words they sing i quietly sing along
i am still spry how abOut a game of hop-scotch the squares drawn of chalk
hop on one foot roll the dice we die young
or we drag it out get old can’t remember a thing of little use to the world
i remember….it is a sunny afternoon the light streams through the curtained windows
the tub is filled with tap water mother lifts me down i don’t want a bath, no, no, no
September 17, 2017
THE DAY AFTER/ Sunday's Whirligig
we wave goodBye i look over my shoulder see you still standing tHere
i remember clEarly you are wearing a long jacket the color green
separation will be enormous we will write exChange letters
you tell me all that happens wHere you go who you meet
i will keep the letters you send tied with a ribbon of blue
the letters i send to you will be blank pages reams of blank paper
tell everyThing my life is flat withOut you hOurs in the studio drawing
life goes on elseWhere my life has turned inTo waiting for your reTurn
time stopped for me with your leaving i think toDay
will be much the same as the day before or the day after
September 16, 2017
12 comments:
I can feel the blankness and sameness of the days without the loved person......the blank pages are poignant. I like the capital letters scattered throughout your poem. They look cool.
Captured it. What can fill that empty space?
I feel this poem, Annell. The emptiness, the loss of hope, the sameness of each day.
I can visualize your poem here Annell. I see it like one sees a black and white photograph album from the 50s or 60s. It's kind of haunting. Great write!
Letters with blank pages--oh, I feel the emptiness!
The despair is stark and blinding, very dramatic write
Have a blessed Sunday Annell
much love...
Portrays an utter sense of loss. Disturbing, but good!
Such despair in both but the blank pages really hit me square in the heart with loneliness....at least when we start losing our memories they are not all gone at once...many still stay with us....and we don't even know what has happened.
These lines really stand out for me, Annell:
'hop on one foot roll the dice we die young '
'it is a plague of the mind '
The word play on rolling the dice is so clever. Love the way you used these words.
I can feel the emotions in this poem. The emptiness, the lack of hope, and monotony of each day.. sigh..
Fabulous
Seamless use of the words. Sad when someone fills the entire space of your life. The loss is devastating.
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