I Shrink
Another soul begs flight,
readies itself,
baggage packed, and now it waits.
A silent traveller dressed
in Sunday best and polished shoes,
gloveless hands exposed.
How impatient it is
to leave and riddle my heart
with more holes.
I am the broad side of a barn,
peppered with buckshot; I am
target practise, and I leak
emotion like a sieve.
I shrink,
and my heart
grows smaller from it.
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.
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The line “gloveless hands exposed” is borrowed and credit to “Beyond the Love of Fishing” by Linda Evans Hofke
Written for Poetic Bloomings prompt #96
http://poeticbloomings.com/2013/02/24/with-a-little-help-from-our-friends-prompt-96/
Written as my mother-in-law spends her final days in hospice care.
© 24 Feb 2013
Misky © 24 Feb 2013
gravely and sweetly beautiful
Thank you, and thank you for reading it.
so lovely and emotional. this poem wrapped in melancholy. i can
see the passenger dressed in sunday best with gloveless hands,
to me speaks of vulnerability.
Yes, vulnerability is it – we are in the process of saying our goodbyes to my MIL, and it’s a difficult time for all of us.
So much going on in your life right now, Misk. You’ve dug deep, your poem shines.
My mother-in-law is gravely ill now, so this is a sad time for us right now.
`leak emotion like a sieve’ – wonderful image.