Jean Bernard Parr

Bronze Star - 2,644 Points (26th May.1946 / Sallanches, France)

Predator - Poem by Jean Bernard Parr

when you get old
become those invisible
razor blades that
move in trees
shake off shape
like an old snakeskin

when you think of death
with the morning pill
and confront the fear
of sensations' fade
and how long really
is a whole decade?
go enter the library
of the year
bookend the month
stack the days,
take the hour out on a lead
bark at minutes
strain at seconds
then queue with kids
for fish and chips
there's a guy with a bow tie
on the wall TV talking
about relationships

five minutes! comes the cry
place your order
then its outside to
feed my fright
to the mewing gull
let the dog run down the street
open wide that thermal collar
and from wind-squeezed tears
rock-cold diamonds form
command the heart
as kids pour out
and start to holler,
under this cold blue sky
follow the meandering
vapour trail, see it
eagle sharp, and in fine detail

Topic(s) of this poem: aging


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 9, 2016



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