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Free verse № 13569

At my grandmother's aging sight

Member since 2002 · Posted 7 Sep 2002 · Edited 3 Oct 2002 · 5 comments

Something dreadfully goes wrong with me When my grandmother I see In her ancient rocking chair Sitting sound still. I feel sick,I grow old,I hear the sound Of giggling snowmen scattered all around. I imagine I behold a skeleton disguised False hair,false teeth Kiss-worn lips Pregnant of no smile. I feel my eyes then travel backward To 14th century frescos That with excessive look Turn you to a marble-spirited statue. At the end of the show I wish the world Had a head I could break with a bang! Then midst the earth's heap Hid my sight and song Under a pterodactyl's patting wing.

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5 comments

[9] Amelia 10-Sep-02/9:02 AM Reply
I don't exactly get the last 3 lines of S5, but otherwise this is very good. You seem to be expressing a slight fear of growing old.
[9] Christof 24-Sep-02/8:55 AM Reply
Haven't I voted on this before? I like your relation of human age to geological time at the end and the general fear of being old.
[9] INTRANSIT 3-Oct-02/10:41 AM Reply
I agree, and I share. This is anazingly creative! Shows me other dimensions that I should pay attention to. Thanks.
[9] Christof 17-Oct-02/5:58 AM Reply
I think you keep on resubmitting this one - you must be doing edits I haven't noticed. The ending in particular is very strong.
[10] hatedestruction 22-Jan-04/11:30 AM Reply
"had a head I could break with a bang!" that's great!