PATIENCE IN BED.

PATIENCE IN BED.

A Poem by Terry Collett
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A WOMAN AND HER ILLUSIONS.

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Patience peruses the pages
Of Ezra Pound, is caught up
In the Cantos, especially those
Written in Pisa at war’s end.

She loves Lorca, the poems
And plays, wishes she could
Have kissed him, is saddened
By his murder much before

Her time, what a waste, what
A crime. She shuts out the
Sunlight through the windows
As she lies in bed, shifts herself

To a more comfortable pose,
Lets the pillow caress her head.
Rilke often rouses her, reads
The poems aloud; the book

Tucked on the shelf between
Hemmingway and Chaucer,
The leaves well thumbed.
Matisse once slept in this bed,

At least in her head, she’s had
Picasso and Van Gogh too; she
Just awaits the slow arrival of
Rothko. She misses them all once

They’ve gone. Mother said she
Wasn’t quite right in the head,
Mother’s silent now, Mother’s
Dead. She’s sent out an invitation

For Bukowski, but he hasn’t replied,
Despite her having most of his
Books packed tight on the lower
Shelf to be near at hand for her

Nightly feed and read. Father had
Her locked away in some mental
Place, to keep the neighbours in
The dark, to save face. The sunlight

Plays on her features. The birds are
In song. She moves to her right side,
Stares at the wall, listens for sounds,
She waits for Jackson Pollock to call.

© 2011 Terry Collett


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Terry Collett
Terry Collett

United Kingdom



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Terry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..

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