he
wheezes
a first outing
into uncontrolled air
and it exhausts him
completely
as though
he has been laboring
for hours
his breath
hoarsely stertorous
verging on distressed
he looks around
everywhere
the familiar home
of fifty years
is more than halfway
to seeming
a stranger
his first beer
after a week of hospitalization
taken from his personally
refrigerated stock
is
almost
too cold to bear
but he mans up
and gulps it down
there is little pleasure
much grimness
in this visit
and the stress of breathing
drives him
to return to the hospital
in the hope
of easier air
she
is trying to close
a recalcitrant car door
while standing committedly
within its arc
eventually
moving her wheelie-walker
out of the way
and stooping profoundly
she steers
to a confrontation
with a stubborn step
that will neither
remove itself
nor take action to minimize
it’s own height
the corridor lies beyond
she starts the wheeled contraption
moving
to initiate a full-load wash
in the automatic machine
situated in the laundry
despite having forgotten
the soiled laundry
that remains
at her hospital bedside
oh well
the finances drawer
is next
squeezed between the nested tables
and the rocking chair
just an over-balance away
from a fracture
like last time
but he
is hoarsely stertorous
as though he’s watching
with alarm
as she
attempts to close
a recalcitrant car door
while standing
committedly
inside
its arc
© Frank Prem, 2017
Poem #28: mote song
So sad..
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I don’t want to end up there. You have drawn a very evocative picture of this situation.
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Yes, the time to prepare is always ‘a long time ago’, I think. The time it gets done is always ‘too late now’.
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This author is not a blogger or an SEO-driven fanatic. He is a poet 🙂 Do go through his page if you like this one, it’s a lifetime of imagery brought to life.
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Thank you so much Parvathy. That’s a great compliment.
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My pleasure 🙂
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