Open Poetry #23 |
Of Two Men and Dying |
Sandpiper Senior Member
since 2002-06-15
Posts 738land of flora and fauna |
I watched one bend and break, body forsaking until all that remained was a room filled with his last gasp and the stench of death's whore; I still wait to cry, endlessly reaching into that empty place where he once was and now, the other You ask me to watch again, this time as a mind unbends choking on yesterday's confusion, lost in today and in the unraveling, smile, repeat the cliché ('he lived a good life after all') follow the bouncing ball while himself is lost in all he ever was I look into an angry sky, my sky, Your sky, for something and nothing is there; I need to understand I need to cry but most of all right now I need to be angry, I am selfish? probably sorry for myself? of course indignant? yes but You see, they were, and are two of the best parts of me-- good, honest men who did it all the way it should be done, sentenced to die in ways even the evil among us should not suffer I'm no one's little girl anymore, that I can accept, but I cannot accept or understand the indignity, the pain-- maybe someday, but not today, today I must watch as the other walks slowly away [This message has been edited by Sandpiper (11-23-2002 05:44 PM).] |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
The clock ticks on we all. Count the good times and remember those who suffer from alzheimers may in fact not suffer as much as those witnesses to their confusion. You're probably someone's little girl. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
oh my...my thoughts are with you. This is a hard one. |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
You ask me to watch again, this time as a mind unbends choking on yesterday's confusion, lost in today This was very intense. Drew me in, even when I resisted. Like the emotional rawness. |
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majnu
since 2002-10-13
Posts 1088SF Bay Area |
and so many will call those who seek the fount of youth or an elixer of life fools; even in our rest our fate is cruel. -majnu -------------------------------------- Timid thoughts be not afraid. I am a Poet. [This message has been edited by majnu (11-23-2002 07:03 PM).] |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
The reaper comes, sows the wheat and lets the chaff fly....without ever knowing a name.... No, it never is fair... This is an awesome poem...one that has a great deal of depth within the words of it. Most powerful....with a very strong title that drags one in...ever so quickly.. |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
An arrow drawn with sharp precision...excellent and powerful write. My prayers are with you. ThisDiamond |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
Wonder how many good men die for every louse who leaves the planet...much appreciated this lament especially the closing. |
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