Death in what could be winter.
Posted on Friday 2nd January 2009 7:14 pm
So after his third operation his heart;
Caved
Alone on the railway bridge, falling
Collapsing.
And if it snows he’s history,
Under snow, snowed under,
Invisible.
He possesses the riches of Monaco
In a servant’s soul
Collapsed and collapsing
His organs slowly melted
Conjoined.
And I remember a bit of colour,
Retained in your remains
Your brightness struck
Under imaginary snow
Dreaming death dreams in that
Mashed up heart.
Caved
Alone on the railway bridge, falling
Collapsing.
And if it snows he’s history,
Under snow, snowed under,
Invisible.
He possesses the riches of Monaco
In a servant’s soul
Collapsed and collapsing
His organs slowly melted
Conjoined.
And I remember a bit of colour,
Retained in your remains
Your brightness struck
Under imaginary snow
Dreaming death dreams in that
Mashed up heart.
(Happy new year WOL peoples, I hope it will be full of fun times!!)
winston plowes
Fri 2nd Jan 2009 22:32
Hi Bethan
If you are 21 you are less than half of my age. Reading your poems I canot help thinking you are more than twice as wise as me. Liked your observations which seemed to string together so naturally. some quirky unexpected images there. Great stuff
Winston
P.S. I have had 13 cups of coffee and Zero cups of tea in my life so far... I hate tea also