Take each day as it comes; live
for the moment. Carpe diem and all that crap –
that’s what they would have me believe.
People mean well, but as pain
gnaws at my spine and syringe drivers
don’t work anymore, she pads, black stockinged,
through my mind – lace up shoes
down the road to nowhere,
to my room; feeds me ice-cubes
off a spoon. Asks me what date
I’m aiming for.
The thirty-first of April, I mouth.
She turns my iron-framed bed
to face the window and with daffodils
in bud, I anticipate their blooming –
not here, but in a garden of my choosing.
Reaching for my hand - so pale, so white
in hers, her strength is mine. Not in the holding
but in the letting go.
Life is a gift, they told me and so I grabbed it
with both hands. Today, I spit in the eye
of he, who would deign to take it back.
Comments
threeleafshamrock | September 25, 2009 - 12:16
Great piece Tina, Love the last verse especially; you tell 'em girl!
Chris XXX
Silver Spun Sand | September 25, 2009 - 17:55
Chris, thank you so very much. I have worked on this piece so hard for so long now and hopefully, I have finally got it right. Your comment means a great deal.
Tina xx
MistakenMagic | September 25, 2009 - 18:24
I think I've read this one before Tina? Or am I imagining things? ;) Either way - it is truly wonderful! I love the honesty and strength of the narrator that sucks you right into the poem. Well done on the cherry :P
Magic xxx
Beeme | September 25, 2009 - 19:14
Wow this is great Tina! I love all of this, especially:
'She turns my iron-framed bed
to face the window and with daffodils
in bud, I anticipate their blooming –
not here, but in a garden of my choosing'
and the last verse is very powerful, great work. Well deserved cherry :)
Beeme xx
Silver Spun Sand | September 25, 2009 - 20:22
In a way, dear Magic, you are right.
I have continuously worked on this one, for a couple of years now and finally, I seem to have got it right. Some of the lines stayed intact, and it those you remember;-) However, I stood it on its head, so to speak...rewrote it, and retitled it, but I'd hoped its essence remained. You have proved that it indeed did. Your words and interest very much appreciated and valued.
Tina xxxx
Silver Spun Sand | September 25, 2009 - 20:26
Thank you, Beeme.
For me, personally, this is indeed a 'special' poem and I am more than appreciative of your words and to know that it made such an impact on you.
Tina xxx
Silver Spun Sand | September 26, 2009 - 10:29
Julie, thank you;-) I hope things are OK with you.
Tina x;-)
Nathan Bednarek | September 26, 2009 - 17:44
Phew! A very direct, shameless and almost a 'slap-my-face' poem ;-p
A wonderful read and very deserving of a whole bunch of cherries.
'Feeds me ice-cubes off a spoon'
Brilliant! Well done!
Nathan xox
Silver Spun Sand | September 26, 2009 - 18:02
Nathan - thank you;-) Obviously this poem made an impact on you which, of course, is its intention.
You left me in no doubt as to its effectiveness, to say the very least;-)
Hope you are enjoying a pleasant weekend.
Tina xox
Cavalcaderl | September 29, 2009 - 09:02
New Silver-spun-sand
Just reading yes I can
see and read into this
way it is like and so true to life'
and for me at this very moment
and was youngish.I imagine yours some
of it reverts in the poem.
well done cherry.!
cough and cold improved thanks.
Hope your well.So will go sudden F
to-morrow.would love your email address.
like had one from you.
Hope your well.
julie xx Cavalcader (:-