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Who's Afraid to Slowly Fade?
by David HillDuring the walk, I wonder,
How does my “Eraserhead” t-shirt
differ from the Nike swoosh?
Which lie did I buy?
A twisted tree has fallen to the stream,
the roots exposed, a ragged wheel.
The tree does not know this,
new buds bead on the branches,
as if, all is well.
The water is gray-green,
thick with sediment. I
look down into the pool,
and there I am;
a boy, a man.
Strange, I feel neither.
A heaviness creeps about my face.
Richard Burton got that way,
around “Equus” and “1984.”
At 53, I’m a little like Burton,
a little like that tree.
04/08/2009 Author's Note: Reflection reflection
Posted on 04/08/2009
Copyright © 2026 David Hill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Boulender on 04/09/09 at 01:02 AM I liked a lot of things about this a lot. First, I liked the title rhyme and its relevance. Then I liked the pop culture references, and then I liked them even more once I considered what Eraserhead and 1984 are about. And then what at least related to the subject matter, getting older is like leaving the wrong lifetime. |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 04/09/09 at 05:44 AM but let us fade gloriously! i too enjoyed and somehow relate to this reflection! thanks for sharing! MFS |
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