The Statue Speaks

a solitary dolmen

i stand within myself

listening to the beat of my own heart

the quiet rush of blood through my veins...

i used to love this frame

(as did you)

but now feel little more than resignation

waiting for my next stage of life to start...


imprisoned by methods

of my own devising

i long to soar, to fly...

to do more than dream

but
 

in all honesty

i'm ashamed to admit

i may have forgotten how...

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

Ohh how well is that and how so breath taking and so typical of your pen..
I stand alone within my own..and listen to a lonely heart
I hear the floods within my veins..how I used to love this me
but now I am resigned to whats used to be,and I wait to a new stage
I locked myself inside,its my own device,how I need to fly and dream
but long long time now,I really feel and ashamed to say..I forgotten how
This was so lovely as you as you always are..
what a lovely write..I really loved this..

[R J Askew]

I saw a 4000 year old dolman recently, just sitting there on an Irish hill top. It looked like a stunted windswept hawthorn tree. I know how it felt. Maybe, once we have experienced all life's significant first times for doing things we sort of calm down, retreat a bit, esp if we get bruised in the process. Maybe there is an adventure/disappointment graph when the former dips and the latter takes off as we get older. It's sad, but ineviable. Those who try to pretend they are they same when they are 80 as they are when they are 20 are deluded. We shrink and shrivel as we prepare for our final 'first time'. Maybe this shrinkage makes it easier for us to accept our ends. Maybe not. Your choice of a dolman is a great image as the dolman I saw sort of mocked the impermanance of those tourists clustered around it, photographing it. And then moving on.