I like this
photo of me
in it
there is no
broken arm
broken heart
the blow to the head
that will paralyse me
has yet to be
it is all
before me
& I smile
because I can’t
imagine the future
that will happen
to me
somewhere
between this
photo & the next
(now lost)
I will fall
Out of myself
& become a me
unknown to me
but meanwhile
I smile
& the dicky bird
laughs.
Wonderful, is this. I love how you bring huge topics into a few short words, and somehow it all unfolds, like a huge quilt of brightly coloured patches. It is sometimes painful, the retrospection involved in looking at ourselves in happier times, but also, a sense of triumph in the lessons learned along the way. Quite enjoyable!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh I find this so sad! The image of falling out of a photo(now lost) is brillant and becoming 'a me that is not me' It's just that lost of you...lucky there's still enough of you to go around! love Dee Dee