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A Shower
by George Hoernerthe water feels so good
running down my back
looking to wash original sin
from my body
but how long
must i stand here
soap seems to have
little impact except
to clean my body
of the usual dirt
accumulated throughout
the day’s normal chores
breathing, eating, caring
for the house and dogs
even with shampoo
my hair feels like straw
maybe it should have died
with my father at 54
but i fear i have
my mother’s genes
and will live as i have
already past any
reasonable usefulness
so i ask you god
take me when you
have a moment or did
you lose the strength
when you created
this uncaring group
of humans we call
mankind
07/28/2010
Posted on 08/04/2010
Copyright © 2024 George Hoerner
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 08/05/10 at 01:20 AM Wow, George...the melancholy tone of this poem holds no candle to those last three lines, and those are like acid. I'd express shock at such bluntness, but unfortunately I am thinking you may just be right. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/08/10 at 08:52 PM I read impermanence here and abandon. Two awarenesses or states of mind I should imitate. But of course, you are inimitable. Good write, George. Glad to have you here scratching me to consciousness. Thanks. |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 09/16/10 at 08:13 PM if you ever find that soul-cleaning shower-head or soap, do tell =) |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/27/10 at 09:03 PM A good shower works wonders for the psyche. Much needed due to the last three lines. I shower often. Thanks, George. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/14/10 at 04:02 PM George, with or without your original skin, you are the original human being, one of the few remaining prototypes to refer to when we have lost it completely as a human species. you are and will be the essential schematic on how to build the human race anew. |
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