09-07-2012, 06:38 PM
Thanks for the comments. I think I'll restore this poem's original title, which was Numb.It's nothing to do with Olympians more a general reflection on aging and redundancy.
"beheld our images dilated
in mementoes and encores
as we bathed intoxicated
behind visionary doors."
What does it mean? Erm, summat to do with drugs, youth,happiness,old photographs.
"I could reconstruct the damaged
carried to me from the battle
and deconstruct their baggage,
hoist them back into the saddle."
I used to be a mental nurse.I'm better now.
I'm going through all my poems, one by one, trying to improve them or abandon them. This only just made the cut.It's rhyme heavy, if you like, but I don't find it obtrudes unnecessarily.
Ray
"beheld our images dilated
in mementoes and encores
as we bathed intoxicated
behind visionary doors."
What does it mean? Erm, summat to do with drugs, youth,happiness,old photographs.
"I could reconstruct the damaged
carried to me from the battle
and deconstruct their baggage,
hoist them back into the saddle."
I used to be a mental nurse.I'm better now.
I'm going through all my poems, one by one, trying to improve them or abandon them. This only just made the cut.It's rhyme heavy, if you like, but I don't find it obtrudes unnecessarily.
Ray
Before criticising a person, try walking a mile in their shoes. Then when you do criticise them, you're a mile away.....and you have their shoes.