Forgetting revised
by woodsville
Posted: Tuesday, August 17, 2010 Word Count: 108 Summary: This poem has been revised and commented on by James, so what do others think?? |
Seven years since the swimming accident and not
a day different – except the fuss dissolved.
In a high tide the event explodes, vomiting jetsam
over innocents who listen.
There is breath in this body, but the home in my head
lies ransacked. On a lost edge, I live in external time
skating on ice, scratching the spot. Learning to
scramble across stepping stones, which
pop above a low spring tide of feeling,
avoiding the spaces of deepening loss.
So, I look for a projected future –
re-grinding the lens using toughened glass.
Tomorrow, I’ll dwell in that space, but for now
Christ, how do I organise chaos?
a day different – except the fuss dissolved.
In a high tide the event explodes, vomiting jetsam
over innocents who listen.
There is breath in this body, but the home in my head
lies ransacked. On a lost edge, I live in external time
skating on ice, scratching the spot. Learning to
scramble across stepping stones, which
pop above a low spring tide of feeling,
avoiding the spaces of deepening loss.
So, I look for a projected future –
re-grinding the lens using toughened glass.
Tomorrow, I’ll dwell in that space, but for now
Christ, how do I organise chaos?