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Old Equals Loss
by Glenn Currier
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The steering wheel turns but the car doesn't.
I am...in the dank beyond the light,
a gush of wind ruffling curtains
earning only a quick turn of the head
to check if a doily or unpaid bill
has blown to the floor.
I am...invisible.
No to-dos on my list.
I am the broom of willow sweeping a languorous afternoon.
I am a clock with a tick but no tock.
Breath ebbs, lungs bound in spider webs.
Crawling from bed
is like stirring a rusted engine
its erruh errrrrrr-uh err-uh er
punctures the mind,
stuck between the aspiration of a start
and the phlegm of defeat.
This morning...
these phantoms wake me
and...
old equals loss.
12/19/2002 Posted on 12/19/2002
Copyright © 2024 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ronald A Pavellas on 12/19/02 at 02:35 PM "I am a clock with a tick but no tock" Hej, Glenn -- I sometimes resemble that remark. Clever and entertaining ditty. Ron in Stockholm. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 12/19/02 at 05:00 PM Oh, this is amazing. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/19/02 at 05:44 PM Not sure I understand the title Glenn, but love some of the lines in this one like: I am a clock with a tick but no tock. lungs bound in spider webs. Crawling from bed is like stirring a rusted engine its erruh errrrrrr-uh err-uh er
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| Posted by Christina Bruno on 12/20/02 at 05:59 AM definately one of your best ;) |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 12/23/02 at 09:23 PM The steering wheel turns but the car doesn't...oh yeah... I know that feeling - I want to go that way but it just doesn't happen anymore... sigh. I look forward to old age because I want/hope to be wiser when I'm older, but yeah, the body doesn't quite keep up with the mind... well said, a bit sad... |
| Posted by Betania Tesch on 12/23/02 at 09:42 PM but look at the gain of time and thought...it's all such beautiful tragedy, glenn...again and again. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 07/06/11 at 04:19 AM I, too, agree that this is one of your bests! |
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