Sun To None Poem by Michael Ardizzone

Sun To None

Rating: 5.0


Deaf speakers
feed me my life
with a spoon longer
than the plank
i am so slowly being
pushed off of.

The ship sways,
to and fro:
a gentle motion,
yet like my friends
i must go,
fall off of the plank
into darkness.

All alone
i take one last drink
to the things i know
and to the things i think,
or rather i think i know....
does the mind not grow?
too bad mine just got swollen;
when the ice applied
gone was my wit;
my intelligence

clever?
i am no longer.
Life?
i am no longer.

i go from hello into goodbye;
day into night;
sun into rain...

sun into rain?
no, rain is too temporary.

sun to none.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Violet Llewellyn 22 August 2007

An ego is a dangerous thing. I love the imagery in this poem. -Storm

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