Critical Analysis #1 |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
On a faded roll-a-way she sits, eyes ever moving, roaming the room, searching blank walls, blinking. I speak to enter her space. After regaining a small trace of nerve the situation begins to ease. Proportionately, she eventually begins to settle. "You are truly my grandson?" she asks. I nod, recollecting how I'd found her. Time wistfully wastes away, our eyes locked. Searching with lust, my wandering father found my mother to fulfill his desires. If he were here, would he weep to see us in this rest home? Strangers..... I do pray the truth's discernable when she speaks. The poet is like a cocoon; in him the caterpillar of the past finds rest, and from him the butterfly of the future emerges. |
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Not A Poet Member Elite
since 1999-11-03
Posts 3885Oklahoma, USA |
Hello ET, Sadly, I agree that you have painted an all too accurate portrait of a nursing home. I am aware of the deeper connotation here but that is what I see. I am dealing with that situation now so I probably can't emotionally appreciate the other. Thanks, Pete |
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