Truth*
is fallen in the street. Her walker
tipped in the gutter,
ankle snapped Can't get up,
old bones like straws
softly now
slide her in tie her down
gently Coddle her.
Watch for shock.
Ask her the date
Take note; confused
and wandering
Humour her.
Truth wandered alone
into the street
in walker and nightgown
looking for yesterday
*After Isaiah 59: 14
Sublime start with a wonderful poem! It would be my great pleasure if you could find time to read my poem..Poem Hunter!
A sublime start with a nice poem, Susannah. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.
Good but so sad. Poetry is often like that and so is life. Impressively well written. Welcome to PoemHunter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A work of an active imagination nicely brought forth with insight. Thanks for sharing Susannah.