Decrepit

Wanted:

a place to fit my craggy face
ornery corners
and slumpy chair

a windowless house
without stares
to embrace
my unbecoming

About This Poem

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: upstate New York USA, USA

Comments

what's untrue....the need to

what's untrue....the need to face oneself, in private, to reconcile ongoing events in ones life? or are you taking this piece literally?

either, or, or something else altogether, I glad you found it expressed well

thanks

Methinks this is an allegory or metaphor,

and contains a real truth. Sad, but better than "happy, happy joy joy, don't worry, be happy, then commit suicide" [grins]

something like that...allegory or metaphor?...I'm a dumb ass about poetics,
forms etc. I know that probably irks you. But, I'm a dumb ass, and now I have the excuse of being too old
to learn new tricks. Nobodies buying that, but it works for me. Like I said, I'm a dumb ass....

glad you found some truth in the piece.

regards

i am a fucking lot older than you.

And there is a lot of Azheimers in my family.

I am lookinf forward to getting away with antrhing I van!

My mum already does.

Use every excuse for bad behavuour!

Al

I think you deserve more than a windowless house, though maybe you don't need windows to see outside, liked the theme but not the implication lol, Yours Ian.T

a momentary response to the

a momentary response to the inevitable....all, at a certain point in life should take some time to face the facts of what is, and will happen, in regard to body, soul mind, career, self identity, etc.

to be left alone, at least for awhile to figure it out....to accept both the manifest and potential reality of declination, even traumatic deterioration. it happens. why deny it. this would be a personal and private matter
for an individual. hence this piece stating the need, almost demanding it. A time and place to do it
don't let the happy happy joypeople guilt you into not

you've got some nice pieces posted lately. I'm really lame about writing critiques or even just saying "I like it"
but you already know that

regards

Al

My lovely Friends will look after me no matter what life brings.
Next month I is 71 and my wish list has become obsolete.
If you look out of your window and all you see is the time of day and its place where you are, then as you know there is another way of seeing.
I have told my friends that I will stay with them later, they call me Granddad and have prepared a place for me.
I have no fear of times that will come, only a joy that I shall be happy no matter what.
I have been shown and told of many things, that are in some of my writing, but am not sure what to tell the ones out there, so if they need I send them unconditional love to hold them safe, and when they are ill I ask one of my friends to attend to their ways and sit with them.
How can you tell others of a way of being they will react and call you crazy
You take care and learn to see without eyes there are so many things just out of sight, Yours Ian.T
PS:-There is a whole section on "The great Bears Wisdom" on my site yenti.co.uk then there are my friends written in the Diaries of Sadie.
I fear not that the dawn will not come, when I can walk in the light for always..