'old age is always wakeful'

melville, moby dick

 




night

 

poorly mended broken bones   ache   psyche bruised

soul in question   counting circle of fourths

to the rhythm of the tick and tock

 

nature sounds   calm for now

air   warm and humid

curtains still 

 

hum of fan

nothing

left to

say

 





Poetry by jim The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-06-30 at 09:30

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Kathy Lockhart
Words can be more powerful than almost anything. These words create the physical, affect the spiritual, and work the mental. I am left fully involved. Thank you. kathy
2017-08-19


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Wonderful mood and layout. Perfectly executed.
2017-07-04


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Excellent execution.
2017-07-02


shells
I recognise this feeling, the pain, the rhythm, humid stillness and the unrelenting fan. Nice form, diminishing until there is "nothing left to say".
2017-07-02


Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
I like the stillness that comes with the end of the poem.
2017-07-01



You create a mood with your poem. And stylized too!
I like it.
Ashe
2017-06-30



You said it all. Good write.
2017-06-30



I like the diminuendo of the lines.
2017-06-30


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, jim.
Ken
2017-06-30