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Forgetting revised

by woodsville 

Posted: 17 August 2010
Word Count: 108
Summary: This poem has been revised and commented on by James, so what do others think??


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Seven years since the swimming accident and not
a day different – except the fuss dissolved.

In a high tide the event explodes, vomiting jetsam
over innocents who listen.

There is breath in this body, but the home in my head
lies ransacked. On a lost edge, I live in external time

skating on ice, scratching the spot. Learning to
scramble across stepping stones, which

pop above a low spring tide of feeling,
avoiding the spaces of deepening loss.

So, I look for a projected future –
re-grinding the lens using toughened glass.

Tomorrow, I’ll dwell in that space, but for now
Christ, how do I organise chaos?






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Desormais at 18:07 on 17 August 2010  Report this post
I really liked this poem Patrick, it's quite haunting and all those water/sea references fit together quite well. Very clever.

The only line I didn't like was "So I look for a projected future"; it seemed to be bordering on tautology to me and each time I read it, I was brought up short by it.

Really nice.
Sandra

clyroroberts at 10:52 on 18 August 2010  Report this post
Hello Patrick

I think it's a much better poem now.

These are the best lines for me - very strong - it captures loss perfectly.

There is breath in this body, but the home in my head
lies ransacked. On a lost edge, I live in external time


One thing - a spring tide is when the tide is unusually high, not low. Neap tide is low.

James R





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