No Other Guilt (11th November 2008, 2.16pm)
Storm water swirls
around my conscience;
I bleed leaves, plastic bags,
flotsam, jetsam: lessons;
I’m beached here, stranded,
a useless fish, gasping
for breath between
wheezes; nothing eases
the weight of this; nothing
ceases the heat or dizziness;
no other guilt is greater
than mine, sitting, grasping
at time; how long the days
seem; I didn’t mean
to be troublesome;
the boat sways me to sleep,
the fire burns bright; yes,
you can keep your voices
quiet; I berate me first;
come, bring lemons, honey;
slake my sandpaper thirst.
Comments
Bradene | November 11, 2008 - 14:41
Sounds more like the flu to me Jennifer. Hope you're feeling better now. Great poem made me feverish reading it. Love Val x
Silver Spun Sand | November 11, 2008 - 15:08
Wonderful choice of language here, Jennifer. Particularly liked these lines:-
"I’m beached here, stranded,
a useless fish, gasping
for breath between
wheezes; nothing eases
the weight of this;"
A much enjoyed poem. Indeed I have read and re-read it and get more out of it each time.
Tina
littleditty | November 11, 2008 - 15:25
slake - excellent word, and the swirl of ideas in this poem - enjoyed :)
jennifer | November 11, 2008 - 15:32
Thank you, ladies, I feel thoroughly crap but at least I can articulate it!
Yes, slake is one of those words I rediscovered today, fabulous word!