the sigh of old age

the sigh of old age runs with waves
worn weary like Sisyphus groaning
constantly carrying the making of more sand

it is the fleeting of I in the blinking
in the rushing perpetuity
thinner than a wafer in a silent church

grovel not before the day dying
tempt madness
with even more madness




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-11-15 at 21:40

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2014-12-06



Do not go gentle into that good night, as Dylan Thomas put it. The line 'thinner than a wafer in a silent church' is brilliant.
2014-11-16



I love it. It's only the sigh of old age that "runs with waves worn weary like Sisyphus groaning constantly carrying the making of more sand ..." And it doesn't stop there. Every stanza is a work of art. We want more madness! This is a very good poem.
2014-11-16