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A Poem by RobertRonnow

Author: RobertRonnow
Created: November 14, 2015 at 08:06 am
Upload Type: Poem, G (All)  
Category: Free Verse | Writing | General/Other
Upload Stats: 4 Stars by 1 users with 2 comments and 193 views

Nineteen Minutes to Bedtime  

Jack just had a big fight with his son Zach about it. He said
I'm tired of hearing how you're too tired to do your homework. You're
not too tired to play basketball or Xbox. That was that after Zach said
                 Visiting the nursing home you think Never
will I allow myself to live long enough to end like that, that's
a fact. But promises are broken all the time, to others and the self,
and that one probably will be too unless your face is shattered
into shards of broken glass, by accident.
                                                                  Then it will be quiet, too quiet.
Day by day goes by until the day you receive news of your disease,
personal, unique, irrevocable, musical and factual, withal.
That's that you think but in fact it's not. You discover (circle with a dot) dying's
much like living. That that's true until the body just stops barking, breathing.
                 Salvation in the details (sub-atomic particles). Granite
or sandstone, ash or oak, Odysseus or King Lear. Get it? Not yet.
For someone who doesn't want to be anonymous, Jack's anonymity runs deep.
His work sunk in a tar pit or peat. The worthwhile effort is to meditate
on that, accept and repeat.
                                            Like a flat spun nickel, shiny sunny side down,
shadowy silvery moon up.

Last Modified: June 10, 2017 at 01:03 pm
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August 02, 2016
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It took me a few reads to come up with something to say, but your writing is obviously professionally done and just plain brilliant. My favorite part is: you discover (circle with a dot) dying's much like living. That that's true until the body just stops barking, breathing. Whatever. Excellent work.

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December 20, 2015
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This is very realistic. Many people think these things and some end up writing them into poems! Nice! The only thing is that I didn't fully understand the transition from the bedtime scenario to the nursing home setting.

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