no one saw me open my arms to the wind
nor did they see me
in the shoulders of the apple tree
nor hear what I said
and with what feeling I said it
and when I crouched upon the garage roof
again nobody noticed a thing
but when my arm shakes they notice
and when I drag my leg
and when I struggle with bags at checkout
the entire queue and the
whole damn universe too notice
and there are worse things they notice as well
believe me I can tell
so I shall stay in the arms of the
apple tree all day
until I have a basketful of poems
and nothing left to say
and then I shall find fifty thousand ways
to say nothing again and again and again
and after that what then
shall I introduce you to
my ragamuffin friend Parkinson
close associate of the devil
and with me till the end
[first posted 20 July 2013]
This one really takes your readers inside you. I can feel the frustration.
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Thanks oldmainer – yes, it can be a rough ride sometimes but I live in hope. Actually, after posting this poem I felt a lot better!
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That’s good to know. After reading it, I know I did. Well done.
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Thanks – much appreciated!
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Reblogged this on Another Way of Saying and commented:
Reblogged because I need to let off steam about Parkinson’s – to all my PD friends. We must endure!
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