
“Change (Self Portrait)” by Lucy Jane Purrington
fighting the feeling
the uselessness
weary and wasted
the hands and legs
given to ghosts
abled only by sleep
a subconscious
performance of
memory bones
disobedient
muscles distrusted
flawed senses of
touch and of sight
unreliable failing
all joy of the doing
reduced to the wist
of the thinking
the mind
now resigned
dispossessed
of a vigorous
fleshly appliance
puts paid to the
reign of the body
Wow. I LOVE this!
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I couldn’t ask for a greater reaction – thank you
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Having this very day attached an elasticated ‘thing’ to a knee reluctant to support a tired torso anymore, I get your drift. Only the fit die young. Great poem, Paul
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c’est la vie
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I love the poem and the accompanying image. 🙂
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I appreciate that very much
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You’re very welcome! 🙂
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Very touching words!
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many thanks
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I can so relate…
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ah, sweet decrepitude
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A very strong poem indeed, Paul. The picture makes a powerful complement, too.
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thank you most kindly, siham
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Oh, to getting old…
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just telling it like it is
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Yup! I just started an “anti-depression” pill under the guise that it will help me sleep and accept those thing! Fine! Then it said 1-4 weeks before it kicks in… shit the bridge is only 10 minutes away : )
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ha ha – I take a few of those, too – along with a pharmacy full of other things – I don’t know who I am anymore
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Exquisite description, as always….and wow-worthy.
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thanks kindly, ms sandal
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Most welcome, of course 🙂
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weary and wasted
the hands and legs
given to ghosts
abled only by sleep
These words produce such a powerful image and set the tone for the rest of your poem. It feels as though it is about the gradual disabling and loss of a body rather than about age but maybe I’ve misunderstood. Apologies if I have. It is a poignant read.
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thank you for your thoughtful comments – you understood correctly
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It seems you are jedermann . . .
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I suppose every man is some representation of everyone
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Oh I like this one! Thank you!
(and thank you for having visited my blog.)
Kenza.
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much appreciated, kenza
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Powerful words. Glad I managed to get the 100th like
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thanks kindly
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