twinning with Munch – silent scream (Published in Pastiche, the magazine of the OLLI Writers Group and on WritersCafe.org))

onto death, I want to lay the self

my One and Only’s hope eyes erase the bed

before the head makes contact

 

onto death, I want to lay the self

deadlock is all I feel

what have I become?

what, though, had I been?

 

the husband…former already?

weary, distraught, ruined

my One and Only’s sun face takes a shadow now and again

 

it all began with her inside me

love took off to eternity with her every smile

my only precious bond to life

for whom I pushed aside the self

not one small regret

the one for whose hope death does not get me today

 

I made us a home, I glorified it

on my own for long, too long of many years

filling in for all marital lack: a promise is a promise after all!

 

years left, tens of years passed away

multiplied into trying decades

once looked aback, there exists a husband…

my One and Only’s sun face takes a shadow now and again

her graceful, not yet disheartened soul wound up

on the verge of a leap onto her own life

 

but…how about…

 

no, no, not possible!

once my One and Only is no longer home

having set onto her own path

the husband and I…

ways of ours ever so apart

how long, until where?

if the self can remain as self, that is!

 

onto death, I want to lay the self

my One and Only’s hope eyes erase the bed

before the head makes contact

 

onto death, I want to lay the self

deadlock is all I feel

what have I become?

what, though, had I been?

 

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2 responses to “twinning with Munch – silent scream (Published in Pastiche, the magazine of the OLLI Writers Group and on WritersCafe.org))

  1. [From dear Thomas Fitzgerald, a fellow writer, from a different site…] Thank you once again, Thomas!

    “onto death, I want to lay the self

    deadlock is all I feel

    what have I become?

    what, though, had I been?”

    One might find himself thinking about the exestential realities we all must face, is it a mere mid-life crisis of morality, or indeed just wimsy! who knows, maybe it’s both, well done, good read.

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  2. [From a fellow writer from a different site…]

    A lot of hidden life in this poem. I like the way you led the reader into thoughts and into action with the short statements.
    “onto death, I want to lay the self
    my One and Only’s hope eyes erase the bed
    before the head makes contact”
    I enjoy poetry that made me think and ponder life. The poem did. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
    Coyote

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