Friday, May 01, 2009

Jigsaw Poem

Final Dream
by William H. Graffius from Watching the Wind Blow By

The gleam of sunlight on fresh fallen snow

conceals a lone broken syringe

at my frozen feet.

Ironic imagery, I think, for

seven years lost in alternating

pleasure and pain,

eventually numbness.

Even the bite of winter wind

fails to break through

and the blurring world becomes

A fantastic kaleidoscope of color

And light.

Across the park the old woman

feeds bits of burnt toast to the pigeons.

Death, albeit belated, has finally come

I think, for me, and I hope

I do not startle her in her daily

life giving ritual

as I sink into my final dream.

3 comments:

Hele said...

Wow! I really love this poem! I can see the picture so clearly! Really deep and painful, but so open!

Nguyen Duc said...

I, too, obsess about the punctuation and line breaks. I write the poem as I want it to be heard, then I remove the punctuation, change the line breaks, and try spacing into stanzas. I agonize over this and always wonder if it should have been different after all.

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