Sequence poem part III
Follow-up to Bleugh from Into the Flame
Here's the third part to my sequence poem.
III
Five-to-nine
it is always five-to-nine in this bed, always
five-to-nine as the other clocks chime and the air outside
travels between day and night, black to white.
it is always five to nine, when they bring me breakfast
always five-to-nine when they bring lunch
and always five-to-nine when i eat my dinner.
it was five-to-nine when his heart stopped, they say,
and it will be five-to-nine when i close my eyes
for the last time;
it will be as though we passed away in the same moment,
immortalised together in the atom of five-to-nine.
so let the other clocks chime and let the days pass,
and i will be content in this one minute world,
the three dimensions of these four walls
and the silent tick of my heart for company.
16 Dec 2005 15:15
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katy
the last line is v good and makes sense of the rest n to an extent validates it.dont think morley wd like it tho: its too "beautiful".
16 Dec 2005, 16:52
I love it! I love it! I love it! Wonderful poem! David doesn't HAVE to like it.
One suggestion if I may: I would take out the five-to-nine on the third line of the second stanza. I think sounds better without it.
Besos.
18 Dec 2005, 00:09
Brilliant brilliant great.
29 Dec 2005, 00:56
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