There is no co-operation, she said.
while wrenching him forward in the bed
[He sat there] ‘Like a bloody statue’.
The ‘Carer’ was rough and he, in thrall,
felt his wasted shell flopping; a rag doll.
He uttered no rebuke or acknowledgement
He revels in the pain of her grabbing,
As the blades of conscience began stabbing;
battling unassailable memories; losing.
Braking and breaking, the rictus smile set;
the face of a dream that a nightmare met;
devouring his mind like a parasite.
The recall of beauty that born to his care -
screaming and breathing the life giving heir -
to usher his soul while remaining; mourning.
History has no future when future is past,
what cannot be present can surely not last
and all lives that are lost have no founding.
Though not about blame guilt comes into play
and perversely, he’s glad he was driving that day
for the guilty need rancour to feed off
His living corpse crippled, with anguish entwined,
he prays for the shroud that will blanket his mind
but from god, there’s no co-operation.
Comments
threeleafshamrock | May 16, 2009 - 10:31
Hi folks. Have been away for a while for various reasons and will set about looking up your work. Started with Magic...and what a start, going to check out Jens' story. Ah, it's good to be back! ;)
Chris
Jasper_Milvain | May 16, 2009 - 11:12
Hi chris. I've only recently returned, 'into the fray' myself, so it's good to see you've come back too.
I liked the poem too. It's dark, and not a little jarring.
Good stuff.
Look forward to more!
Thanks.
JM.
threeleafshamrock | May 16, 2009 - 13:10
Thanks JM. Good to see you back too...and with a bang, so I see. This piece inspired by a chap I met in a nursing home (where my wife works). He was involved in a traffic accident that killed his only child/son on his 21st birthday. I couldn't get my head around it, god alone knows what he felt like. I just imagine that the physical trauma that he suffered could not equate with the mental torture. Thanks for reading.
Chris
Dynamaso | May 16, 2009 - 13:39
Heya Chris, good to see you, mate, and with a cracker of a piece. I really like it even though it is dark and sad. I particularly like the stanza:
"History has no future when future is past,
what cannot be present can surely not last
and all lives that are lost have no founding."
Excellent stuff, mate.
Silver Spun Sand | May 16, 2009 - 14:02
As has been said, Chris, this is certainly dark and jarring, as is unfortunately sometimes, life...as the subject of your poem was to discover.
Brilliantly written.
Tina xx
SundaysChild | May 16, 2009 - 14:51
Yes, a subject of darkness, brilliantly written.
MistakenMagic | May 17, 2009 - 13:47
Chris! Wow! This is really returning with a bang! Love, love, love the rhythm and this stanza particularly;
'History has no future when future is past,
what cannot be present can surely not last
and all lives that are lost have no founding.'
A truly haunting read.
Magic xxx
russiandoll | May 18, 2009 - 22:01
This is excellent. The rhythm is really snappy and provides a chilling contrast to the meaning in the verses. Well done.
and hello again :-)
threeleafshamrock | May 20, 2009 - 18:32
Hey D. good to hear from you, glad you enjoyed mate. ;)
threeleafshamrock | May 20, 2009 - 18:34
Lovely Tina, I know that you understand the sentiment or what my character must be feeling maybe a little better than some. Thanks for reading and glad you related somewhat. XXX
threeleafshamrock | May 20, 2009 - 18:36
Thanks for the kind words Sundays Child, much appreciated. ;)
threeleafshamrock | May 20, 2009 - 18:39
Magic, thanks for your kind words. Looking to your work for inspiration and aspiring to the standards that you set (prob unreachable). Glad you liked ;)
XXX
threeleafshamrock | May 20, 2009 - 18:41
Russiandoll, lovely to hear from you - must catch up on your work. Thanks for reading, glad you liked. ;)
XX