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What It's Like
What It's Like
The sight of an imperfect person
makes a voyeur of the best of us.
What you’d like to know is how
does it feel and when did you first
know you were alive and are some
days worse than others?
You don’t ask because it’s hell to live
with answers every minute of every day.
That’s when the other shoe falls,
before the little chat with the doctor
when he says, no, things will get worse
before they get better—
do you have a living will?
And you leave and the day is glorious:
people are smiling and the imperfect
in front of you don’t look
like they are dying, not that you’d know.
There’s no need for what it’s like anymore,
like is only a word, a know-nothing word at that.
Buses and trains will continue to run,
people will board them, depart and have
places to go—
days ahead will continue
to be fine.
makes a voyeur of the best of us.
What you’d like to know is how
does it feel and when did you first
know you were alive and are some
days worse than others?
You don’t ask because it’s hell to live
with answers every minute of every day.
That’s when the other shoe falls,
before the little chat with the doctor
when he says, no, things will get worse
before they get better—
do you have a living will?
And you leave and the day is glorious:
people are smiling and the imperfect
in front of you don’t look
like they are dying, not that you’d know.
There’s no need for what it’s like anymore,
like is only a word, a know-nothing word at that.
Buses and trains will continue to run,
people will board them, depart and have
places to go—
days ahead will continue
to be fine.
Last edited by Tim J Brennan on Mon Jan 29, 2018 4:46 pm, edited 2 times in total.
Re: What It's Like
I enjoyed this.
If you decide to change anything I'd focus on S2 and S3.
This poem reminds me of the first time I felt real grief, it was for myself.
It was that moment I really thought about what would happen when I died, or more to the point, after I died.
It was that (and it shouldn't have been) shocking realisation that life would go about its merry way...as if I never existed.
The world didn't revolve around me after all
Nearly as shocking as it must have been for the Vatican to be told that the Universe didn't revolve around the Earth
Anywho, I like the way you construct your poems, and like this one very much.
If you decide to change anything I'd focus on S2 and S3.
This poem reminds me of the first time I felt real grief, it was for myself.
It was that moment I really thought about what would happen when I died, or more to the point, after I died.
It was that (and it shouldn't have been) shocking realisation that life would go about its merry way...as if I never existed.
The world didn't revolve around me after all
Nearly as shocking as it must have been for the Vatican to be told that the Universe didn't revolve around the Earth
Anywho, I like the way you construct your poems, and like this one very much.
Re: What It's Like
Colm Roe wrote: ↑Sun Jan 28, 2018 7:09 pmI enjoyed this.
If you decide to change anything I'd focus on S2 and S3.
This poem reminds me of the first time I felt real grief, it was for myself.
It was that moment I really thought about what would happen when I died, or more to the point, after I died.
It was that (and it shouldn't have been) shocking realisation that life would go about its merry way...as if I never existed.
The world didn't revolve around me after all
Nearly as shocking as it must have been for the Vatican to be told that the Universe didn't revolve around the Earth
Anywho, I like the way you construct your poems, and like this one very much.
Not sure it's on the same plane as a Vatican shock, Colm, but glad there are things here that got you thinking. Thanks. Maybe something a bit more specific in S2 & S3? Not sure what you're pointing to....I'm thinking I could almost edit them completely and just go directly to "the other shoe"....
Thoughts?
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I too like this poem very much.
The depth of your narrative style is very becoming for presentation of this stream of thought.
The N now experiences what s/he only imagined the feelings to be. Very powerful.
S.6 is almost an aside tossed to the audience, and yet is the deep breath slowly let out - it makes the poem.
S.5 - consider replacing 'gorgeous' with 'glorious'? The thought is the 'L' would better echo the other proximate 'l's --
living will / leave / people / smiling / look / like / like / like.
JMO.
Cheers.
T
The depth of your narrative style is very becoming for presentation of this stream of thought.
The N now experiences what s/he only imagined the feelings to be. Very powerful.
S.6 is almost an aside tossed to the audience, and yet is the deep breath slowly let out - it makes the poem.
S.5 - consider replacing 'gorgeous' with 'glorious'? The thought is the 'L' would better echo the other proximate 'l's --
living will / leave / people / smiling / look / like / like / like.
JMO.
Cheers.
T
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I like "glorious"...Tracy Mitchell wrote: ↑Mon Jan 29, 2018 11:09 amI too like this poem very much.
The depth of your narrative style is very becoming for presentation of this stream of thought.
The N now experiences what s/he only imagined the feelings to be. Very powerful.
S.6 is almost an aside tossed to the audience, and yet is the deep breath slowly let out - it makes the poem.
S.5 - consider replacing 'gorgeous' with 'glorious'? The thought is the 'L' would better echo the other proximate 'l's --
living will / leave / people / smiling / look / like / like / like.
JMO.
Cheers.
T
Glad things are working here, Tracy. Thanks...
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I love this poem. The N has lived long enough to realize his/her vulnerability. I like the ambiguity of the conversation with the dr. Things will get worse---better---living will
There is, I believe a sudden acquisition of wisdom that turns on this statement:
people are smiling and the imperfect
in front of you don’t look
like they are dying, not that you’d know.
There’s no need for what it’s like anymore,
like is only a word, a no-nothing word at that.
No need for "like" anymore-- (do you mean no-nothing or know nothing?) I'm not certain why this seems so insightful--maybe because the time has come for discontinuing the life-learning process having to do with the things of this world. An entirely different dimension has just opened up to the N.
Insightful throughout actually. Let me say it again, I greatly appreciate this poem
There is, I believe a sudden acquisition of wisdom that turns on this statement:
people are smiling and the imperfect
in front of you don’t look
like they are dying, not that you’d know.
There’s no need for what it’s like anymore,
like is only a word, a no-nothing word at that.
No need for "like" anymore-- (do you mean no-nothing or know nothing?) I'm not certain why this seems so insightful--maybe because the time has come for discontinuing the life-learning process having to do with the things of this world. An entirely different dimension has just opened up to the N.
Insightful throughout actually. Let me say it again, I greatly appreciate this poem
Re: What It's Like
indar wrote: ↑Mon Jan 29, 2018 3:04 pmI love this poem. The N has lived long enough to realize his/her vulnerability. I like the ambiguity of the conversation with the dr. Things will get worse---better---living will
There is, I believe a sudden acquisition of wisdom that turns on this statement:
people are smiling and the imperfect
in front of you don’t look
like they are dying, not that you’d know.There’s no need for what it’s like anymore,like is only a word, a no-nothing word at that.
No need for "like" anymore-- (do you mean no-nothing or know nothing?) I'm not certain why this seems so insightful--maybe because the time has come for discontinuing the life-learning process having to do with the things of this world. An entirely different dimension has just opened up to the N.
Insightful throughout actually. Let me say it again, I greatly appreciate this poem
know nothing, for sure. Thanks.
I am humbled by your comments. Not sure about the "wisdom" of this piece, but I appreciate your comments. Very much. I admit I am a pretty good observer and some (most) of what I see, I don't have a clue. So I write about it.
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Re: What It's Like
Tim,
What an effective and powerful poem. No nits here. It connects the personal and universal seamlessly. To call it a pleasure to read would be wrong. It's not a pleasant poem, but it made me think, and reflect, and definitely touched a nerve.
Thank you for posting it.
Marc
What an effective and powerful poem. No nits here. It connects the personal and universal seamlessly. To call it a pleasure to read would be wrong. It's not a pleasant poem, but it made me think, and reflect, and definitely touched a nerve.
Thank you for posting it.
Marc
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Marc,Marc Gilbert wrote: ↑Mon Jan 29, 2018 5:32 pmTim,
What an effective and powerful poem. No nits here. It connects the personal and universal seamlessly. To call it a pleasure to read would be wrong. It's not a pleasant poem, but it made me think, and reflect, and definitely touched a nerve.
Thank you for posting it.
Marc
Thank you for your thoughts here.
Tim
Re: What It's Like
I enjoyed the read too Tim. I did wonder about some of the end line emphasis in S2, particularly some, but after several reads I felt the voice works. Since, you make a point about like later, maybe need or want would be an option in L3.
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Phil
best
Phil