Words Frozen To The Skull Poem by gershon hepner

Words Frozen To The Skull



Words that, frozen to the skull,
I try to thaw, and start to mull
before I slide into a slumber,
I find in sleep, a lot less dumber
than I am watchfully awake.
I then forget them, and forsake
the tablets of poetic mem-
ories that I recall in REM,
which is the time when I unfreeze,
recovering, like Philoctetes,
the power of my bow, whose arrows
are words my fertile cortex farrows.
Wordwounds that I suffer, sleeping
heals, unfreezing by mindsweeping.


Inspired by an an expression used byJane Liddle King to Linda in an e-mail:

It took me YEARS to register the key fact that in Cambridge I missed the school friends (all female) with whom I shared poems etc and that the men I met in Cambridge froze the words to my skull...

© 2008 Gershon Hepner 12/31/08

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joseph Poewhit 31 December 2008

Them days, they are like gold.

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Sunset moonshine 31 December 2008

very good... keep writing

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Raj Arumugam 31 December 2008

a wonderful poem well-crafted and flowing smooth and rich with apt imagery

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