Eyes clenched in joy, she's in heaven,
he's shell-shocked, death would be kinder,
triumph and catastrophe,
did the world stop in wonder at such extremes of emotion,
no, she'd just won `The Weakest Link`.
I'm driving home and the news on the radio dumps despair
audibly into my lap.
I'm on the move, home,
and people are being smashed to pieces, torn apart literally or in grief.
Football's on tonight,
fish-fingers and chips.
The kids are locked onto telly and hardly grunt a greeting.
You're cooking,
distractedly you kiss me.
Touch, communication, love,
a kiss.
I wish I could concentrate more.
Comments
jennifer | June 18, 2008 - 22:04
A great snapshot.
Like this line particularly:
'I'm driving home and the news on the radio dumps despair,
audibly into my lap.'
Such a clever image...
(But the comma is unnecessary).
mark_yelland-brown | June 19, 2008 - 06:18
the line break is probably enough, I think you're right Jennifer.
Thankyou again for taking the time to comment.
mark_yelland-brown | June 19, 2008 - 06:18
the line break is probably enough, I think you're right Jennifer.
Thankyou again for taking the time to comment.
Dynamaso | June 19, 2008 - 06:48
I like the way you've captured something seemingly ordinary and turned it into something more so, as exemplified by the third stanza, particularly.
mark_yelland-brown | June 19, 2008 - 07:33
Thanks Ddynamaso, there's a much longer poem in there, obviously.
I'm still working out the impulse.
sunshine | June 21, 2008 - 13:00
a great illustration of a butterfly mind. Margot
mark_yelland-brown | June 21, 2008 - 16:19
I think it's more a mind coping with the contradictions of living in relative wealth and safety, but because of media advances, the rest of the world's horror is encroaching, closer and closer.
mark_yelland-brown | June 21, 2008 - 16:20
But then again, the poem becomes the readers' and your point is valid.