Water washes slowly over the dying man

Water washes slowly over the dying man

A Poem by Gordon Purkis

Is now any different than always

or forever?
 
Isn’t worry basically saying
you’re concerned about everything?
As if the world owed you some
consent
or concession for walking upright
and talking forthrightly.
 
Sometimes you can be bathed
in the blue light of sadness
and survive
 
forget about what they tell
you about being happy, joyous and free
 
and if you have to light a fire
to think of God, then Amen
 
and tra-la-la.

© 2009 Gordon Purkis


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like a box of heavy things { As if the world owed you some
consent
or concession for walking upright
and talking forthrightly.}
and feathers. { and tra-la-la. }
great mix that highlights and reveals the reverberations of both.
Someone else mentioned personality.
It gives off the feel of atmosphere, the pitch of voice, in a very small span of words and sound.

diiiiig it.

I read your other also, your voice is distinct. ;)

Posted 15 Years Ago


Artsy. I liked the personality behind the words. :3

Posted 15 Years Ago


First of all - welcome! I really liked your poem! As Frank said, the ending was very clever! Nice job. Keep writing!

Posted 15 Years Ago


well done-- and the ending was well clever..:

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Gordon Purkis
Gordon Purkis

Alpharetta, GA



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I have been blessed/cursed with the poetic imperative since the onset of my teens...it continues to get worse. I am also the editor of two poetry magazines, Mastodon Dentist and Nefarious Ballerina. I.. more..

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