Open Poetry #14 |
At the Home for Aged Film Actors |
Dom Mart Member
since 1999-08-17
Posts 164Florida |
He slumps in his cushioned wheel chair, The drool flowing over his shirt, No longer linen protected: The bib was removed with dessert. Nurse fingers numeric buttons On the TV's remote control, Until the screen is aflutter Like a flag of light on a pole. Then a shadowy image appears Against the background of light, And nurse shakes his bony shoulder, With a movement ever so slight, And he raises his eyes to the screen. His head sways like a breeze-blown tree. His ill-fitting teeth start to click, And his voice rattles, "Look that's me." |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
This was great Dom Mart, very visual ... thanks for the smiles, well done! Best wishes, /Kit |
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Songbird Member Elite
since 1999-12-15
Posts 2184Missouri |
Very realistic poem, brings back memories of working in nursing home. |
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Cerenity Member Elite
since 2000-02-16
Posts 2637Escondido-California |
Hi Dom Mart, Great imagery in this, and so realistic, very much enjoyed. Love, Cerenity "God doesn't have to be reminded that we exist. |
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Watersign6 Senior Member
since 2001-05-25
Posts 823Hurricane,WV |
very enjoyable,thanks |
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vlraynes Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-25
Posts 8229Somewhere... out there... |
Dom Mart- Oh my...you've hit me right smack dab in the middle of my heart with this one. This touches me more than you know.. Very nicely done..thanks for sharing it. hugs, ~vicky "...until you have read the verse on his |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Like this...James |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
It's a shame that we have to go out this way......This is a very realistic portrayal of the golden years and how the mind lives after the body fails......The one thing that anyone has to be proud of is his/her legacy...well done! The role of poetry is to utter the un-utterable; to open up |
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