I find myself
In deep thought
As I stare at the vinyl
Table cloth
My dinner plate is empty
Pushed to the side
My arms are crossed
They rest on the table
I can feel the pain, on my elbows
As I wonder, Why was I
To suffer so much pain
To my left side
Resting against the table
Is my cane
At Times I find myself, in dire need
Of it's use.
I raise my head
I stare straight ahead
It's evening, dark outside
I see before me
In the reflection of a window pane
An aging face
Filled with pain
No smile, baggy eyes
Crows feet, white beard
Sad and loney
Thought the love of my life, is near
A stare of wonderment
I wonder why?
one must suffer, so much pain in life.
Why Can I be
Like that seagull
I once witnessed
Falling from a clear blue sky
From mid flight
She Fell From Grace
To the ground
I ran
I investigated
I saw no injuries
I saw no quivering
Of a creature in pain
Just a beautiful seagull
With no evidence of suffering
Her eyes were opened
She died
Than she fell from the sky.
Tremendously reflective poem, William, an up close and personal encounter for this reader; some might find it too close to the bone but for me it's so real and intimate I can identify fully...and that third stanza is a great moment of truth, a reality check in keeping with all the other observations.
This is fine writing indeed.
Your words touched me deeply William, as we age there are so many changes...inside one's mind we are still that spry young thing with a spring in our step...that is until we stand up! Keep well friend.
love and peace...Carole
Oh William, you really captured the moment here in this powerfully engaging write. Another masterfully expressed creation. Your anguish is palpable, Poet. Take good care-- get out for some sea air?
Peace and Blessings to you,
Carolyn
Ah, growing old isn't for sissys. Bette Davis had the right of it.
Well said. I tip my cane to you, poet.
Best,
Elizabeth
Reviewed by Only A Poet (Reader)
Reviewed on February 1, 2006
my friend this touched my heart and i am so sorry for the way you are suffering, you wrote a stunning poem, the mark of a real poet, using all in life that touches us to share with others. i hope the pain will be lessened for you soon.
I am sorry for your pain. I watch one of the most important people in my life age gracefully in pain. My grandmother. She has severe arthritis in her back, but you wouldn't know she was 80, because she looks 60.
William this is incredible the way it grabs the reader and holds tight! The power of your words brings me there, but I can't help!
A very moving piece! I've known this feeling, you describe so well!
Oh, William. I am crying for both you and the seagull. Pain is so hard to bear. I no longer use a cane, I am now in an electric wheel chair. At least I have regained that much freedom from this thing called aging. Great write.
Keep smiling and laughing, no one else will understand why, except your wife that KNOWS you are a clown...maybe the pain will dissipate with laughter...if not, better to live laughing than crying...Ed
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This is fine writing indeed.
John
love and peace...Carole
Peace and Blessings to you,
Carolyn
Well said. I tip my cane to you, poet.
Best,
Elizabeth
Your in my prayers,
Rhonda
I truly hope you are okay!!
Love Tinka
A very moving piece! I've known this feeling, you describe so well!
Eileen^
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