(me)
A century of days he vanished
Suffering, struggling, surviving
Anxiously I marked the days
Until he could return once more.
But it was not him anymore,
Only a shard of a once beautiful vase
A man who had abandoned me
Obliterated memories
Who I was
What I meant
What was my name
Why did this happen?
(the children)
My mother observed the door for hours
Until they called and she disappeared
Only tear stains remained on the carpet
As desolate dishes remained in the sink
For days, a glimpse of her an illusion
For endless eternity
For his survival
Forgetting us
(the doctors and nurses)
We assume everything will be all right
Pontius Pilate’s asking what is truth
Pernicious dispensers of knowledge
Camouflaging the possibilities to her
Later is better then sooner
Let him sojourn here forever
Let him eventually evaporate away
Let him perish
(my husband)
I don’t remember anything, why is it so mystifying?
I cannot perceive the random thoughts
That orbit around infinite space forming
Swirling words and phrases of undecipherable languages
Why can no one understand me?
Who are these people?
Who is she?
Where is she taking me?
Why am I going there?
Why am I here?
Author notes
-Write a poem, in which each stanza takes a different perspective. It could also be a piece about one person, who's perspective changes as they age.
This poem is about my husband who had a cerebral hemorrhage, and I brought him home to live as soon as possible almost two years ago. He does not really know what happened, who I am, or remember our marriage and years of happiness together. My one wish is that one day he will be well enough, to say my name and know it is me.
Written June 17th, 2006
Option-a mind that was open, and now is closed.
A contest entry
- For Serious Poets with Serious Poetry. by MissPennyLane.
300 points, ended June 19, 2006, 41 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Sympathy for the Death of an Open Mind by laughingstock.
825 points, ended March 10, 2007, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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This is an incredible piece of writing. Thank you for sharing it with me. I think that the multiple demensions of the inner workings definitely give this orginality. Perspectives are so important in the writing of any type of poetry and this definitely accomplishes that. The only problem that I had was that you didn't read my directions. I need an option that you are writing this for. Go to my contest and look at the directions. This will fit into at least one option I'm sure of it. Thank you for entering my contest and good luck.
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I loved the spectrums of this.
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Thank you Hesperides, I appreciate that. It is hard for me to write about this. A Thousand Miles Away, I wrote that early on when he came home, and everyday is still a total dependance on Divine Assistance to know how to do the things that must be done. It is still difficult for me to think outside the box of daily life and write it down, but Rain Dancer's contest made me think I should try.
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The title alone struck me deeply. There is tenderness and vulnerability coupled with a strength that only comes from living in the experience. Vas con Dios, azure.
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