learn.

learn.

A Poem by Lady Lazarus.

 are you coming out today?

I dance through trousers and dresses

meet my eyes in the mirror and weep

Do not touch

This is something not meant to be felt

and if you'd been young in those days you wouldn't be young now.

And the time is now.

 

you're gonna have to sink or swim

 

Its better to be a non swimmer

the shallow end of the pool is safe

until a young one chokes and dies

still floating with water wings as his mother cries

I will learn

I will learn to swim

 

Look at your face and can't understand

these days will age those who are the most childish at heart

5am and crying into a tear sodden pillow case

some musician plays to the ship sinking under the waves

the captain stands awaiting the inevitable 

I will learn 

I will learn to swim

 

belligerent people wherever I go

I grow fond of you but a smack sets me right

No need to ever escape or formulate a solution

I will leave this place a peculiar nuisance

can't convey the hopelessness no longer

Its best to just push the chair away

 

I'm not alive

Jut wasting time that someone else would spend much wiser

I will learn

I hope.

© 2008 Lady Lazarus.


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i like the way you convey what is seen as youthful experience, not as nonsense, but as something to learn...with the hope to learn. this has a definite flow to communicate an openness with accompanying imagery...just enough to not weigh down the meaning, the content of the poem itself. very insightful write :)...namaste

Posted 16 Years Ago


This is amazing. I'll agree with FoolsGold, I love your metaphors and allusions.

I love these two stanza's the most
"Look at your face and can't understand
these days will age those who are the most childish at heart
5am and crying into a tear sodden pillow case
some musician plays to the ship sinking under the waves
the captain stands awaiting the inevitable
I will learn
I will learn to swim

belligerent people wherever I go
I grow fond of you but a smack sets me right
No need to ever escape or formulate a solution
I will leave this place a peculiar nuisance
can't convey the hopelessness no longer
Its best to just push the chair away"

Thank you so much for sharing this with us!!

Posted 16 Years Ago


Wow, I did indeed enjoy the allusions and metaphors in this piece, you have a great way of synthesizing angst and yet metamorph it into a work of beauty. Lovely work indeed.~P

Posted 16 Years Ago


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Lady Lazarus.

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'...And I picked on the whims of a thousand or more Still pursuing the path that's been buried for years All the dead wood from jungles and cities on fire Can't replace or relate, can't release or .. more..

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