King of the MantleA Poem by DrewMusings from an Urn. Includes two lines from a Seamus Heaney poem.King of the Mantle Looking
back, The year
has been a trying one. Pacing back
and forth in the middle of the day. Slow,
delicate mornings where waking up is a
task, And making
coffee is torture. No one
calls on Monday Tuesday
comes.
Simple
tasks, No one
to do them with. Watching
TV Cooking
dinner Taking
care of the cat Driving
in your car.
The bar- Mike finally
remembers Not to
ask where I am; He knows better now. He even
knows your drink order. I wonder
if he’s forgotten mine You will not sleep tonight You
never sleep enough You used
to sleep so soundly
I want
to whisper In your
ear. But I
cannot speak I cannot
reach you,
On your
knees each night, hands clasped, praying. But it
is useless I am
stuck here In this
wretched container. When I
asked to be spread in the ocean, I hoped
you would make sure That all
of me got there. Porcelain
and steel, wood and
iron, a
shipwreck in the arctic. your old
hands are weathered like a sailor’s map. Run your
fingers over the clasp take me
off this shelf point me
toward the window.
You are
alone, Deathly,
sickeningly alone. it isn’t
recent A long
stretch, A
gradual decay. And at
this moment of conscious thinking It sinks
in that I ran out time To see
it To admire you I want
you to Stare at
me, Talk to me But my
mouth is bound By ash
and clasp I
attempt a whisper:
Jack and soda, tall glass
No sweetheart, I don’t want my
cane
Yes I would love ice cream
Is that him? Let me speak with
him
The only
thing spoken is the whisper of the wind. It says
more than I ever could
This
life was lost on me, nothing
but a device for my own misery. I threw
in the towel, I
welcomed what was to come next.
But how
I brought you with me, the way
I dragged you through the muck of my own demise.
I will
never wash my hands of that feeling it is
what keeps me here. watching,
waiting for you recover.
Instead
you sit On the
bed, Waiting
to join me. It’s a
terrible thing to wish for.
I wish
you’d stop. It makes
me sad to know That
someone had always been there. I had always been there. Though
always you were alone.
© 2013 DrewAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on February 13, 2013 Last Updated on February 13, 2013 Tags: Poetry, Personal, Mantle, Grandfather AuthorDrewCTAboutI am a freshman at Saint Lawrence University. I love to write - I don't have much time to, but what I do write I post here. more..Writing
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