CHARLIE HORSE

 

We drove to see a play

I'd only read.

I'm really glad

my seat was on the aisle.

Act V scene iii

all eyes were watching,

while old Lear holds in his arms

Cordelia, dead.

The only dry eyes in the house

were mine.

(All tears

were beaten out of me when young)

Instead, a ham string knots.

I jump.

I'm strung out on the carpet,

bent,

with bouncing spine.

It's years since you have gone,

not months or days.

Not every thought's

disheartening to me.

Not every ache

springs from a memory.

I feel your loss         

in many different ways.         

And yet sometimes

I find the slightest strain

can zap and twist my soul         

in wrenching pain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Bubo]

I came earlier and read and you have changed the layout.........with the last layout I felt I was looking
at seating in the threatre!
The words seem to have such a heavy underlying sadness, of memories that are not so fond.....and actually
very painful............
I think there is much to this piece that is personal and that I have not understood, but it is a very deep
and emotional read...........

I find the slightest strain
can zap and twist my soul
in wrenching pain.