Everyman

I see my questions lying

in a dried-up puddle by the dock

arranging the death by fate

of my last few minutes of luck.

I feel the seconds dying

in the surgical tick of the clock

never too early nor late

when time's ripe for the final knock.

I hear my sisters sighing

and my brothers crunching the crutches

of their uncertain healing

under the gigantic spell

harbored by blue for their grievance.

I turn my eyes in a burning gaze

to what turned into lies

after no transient phase.

Of bruises inside

I somehow handle the mending.

In the cage of a rhyme

I slyly pretend understanding.

But of fears and my faint tears

I do master the equivalence,

as among the two old roads

I can't tell any difference.

Reviews

[Leaf-Treader]

But of fears and my faint tears
I do master the equivalence,
as among the two old roads
I can't tell any difference.

Great work! The last lines are perfect. Sort of a Dylan Thomas touch to it. He's someone I am just now discovering so I shall be reading more of yours to see if that is your style as well. A splendid piece to say the least!

[Naomi Montana Walsh]

Provocative I like the lady who commented that she would be praying to God to be saved if her life clock was ticking anyhow some great word wizardry.

[Valentine]

If we were aware of the last few clicks of the clock..I would be praying to God for forgiveness so I could go to Him..different but deep write..Valentien

[Pen Draggin']

Very well written. I enjoyed "the surgical tick of the clock" and "In the cage of a rhyme I slyly pretend understanding." Really really good stuff.

[Ms. Gruye]

Of bruises inside
I somehow handle the mending.
In the cage of a rhyme
I slyly pretend understanding.

wow, I really enjoyed this piece, and in particular the above lines. The emotion was raw nerves wrapped in a tidy sing-song structure. Well done, Dr. Mr. Poet!

[W.k.kortas]

The rhyme is effortless, almost unnoticeable. This is, as the title suggests, the story of every man, the reference to brothers and sisters working in the universal as opposed to familial sense. As Lynne notes, this is weighty--but it is not cloying or emotionally overwhelming; it strikes the right balance between being too detached and too weepy.

[cest la vie]

You..rhyming.. quite a change..
But you handle it so well. The underlying messages in here I know, and you have written an almost "light" piece about serious topics..

I do master the equivalence,

as among the two old roads

I can't tell any difference.

how cleverly we disguise our pain and fears from the world..