Swan Island - Last Days

Swan Island - Last Days

A Poem by Chris
"

(from the archives, six years ago)

"
i imagine this place
bedecked in winter lace
ice crystals on bark
.
ground cold and bare
the icy stare of trees
freezing to attention
.
confined to his bed
his glass reads empty
as he thirsts for life
.
i search for sun
sadly there is none
by the river, i shiver
.
i am dying in summer
from grief on an island
surrounded by swans
.

© 2020 Chris


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Every stanza jabs me with a deep sense of letting go . . . one minute I'm reading about losing one's grasp on memories, & your message keeps twisting into a new angle, awaiting death or mourning it later. Your statements are made with simplicity, but each line shines with depth (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris

10 Months Ago

Many thankd Margie. Written about four days before my brother died. I came across this in an old no.. read more



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Every stanza jabs me with a deep sense of letting go . . . one minute I'm reading about losing one's grasp on memories, & your message keeps twisting into a new angle, awaiting death or mourning it later. Your statements are made with simplicity, but each line shines with depth (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris

10 Months Ago

Many thankd Margie. Written about four days before my brother died. I came across this in an old no.. read more
the third stanza is to die for..."his glass reads empty/as he thirsts for life"---

shivering in summer shows a real frost inside oneself.
j.

Posted 10 Months Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris

10 Months Ago

Thanks Jacob. Found this one in an old notebook and decided to post it.

Chris
This sounds like an atmosphere of sadness with a possible easing coming from the sight of one natures most beautiful of birds
No pigeons allowed

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris

10 Months Ago

It was a desperately sad time but nature can and does lend a soothing hand. Thanks Dave.

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