"palsey" poems
Written for a challenge on my
former site... he wanted us to
rewrite Shakespheare...
a daunting task to say the least!
I can only hope that I
did The Bard justice!
O! Wretched Stars!
Look not down upon this maid!
Your wheels moved well upon
your merciless plans so laid!
You cross' d conspirators!
You... content in your spheres...
do you not find my eyes stricken...
... with tears!
O! Morose and meddlesome Moon!
So swollen full!
Let not this dagger pulled
from my loves gold'n sheath be dull!
You... gliding the uncaring sky
as ship with sail...
let mean, pernicious fate take me...
... your winds prevail!
Take me to where
my lover doth wait...
... take me to shroud, I prithee...
... to my mate!
O! My fairest husband!
Do not lie so still!
Can you not kiss me this last time. ..
... by force of will?
Can you not, with your
fair hand instead,
Take slender blade
and pierce my bossom
til it be bloom'd rose red?!!
Romeo... Romeo!
Wherefore art thou Romeo?
At last you're dead...
... and thus without a name...
As in the halls of graves
... all occupants the SAME!
A pox on your house!
A noisome pestilence!
And thee, o dagger?
Come and take me themce!
As for my house? Let them lie
with palsey in their beds...
... but not 'til this sweet dagger
finds me... its host... DEAD.
SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/26/2014
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 4:48 PM UTC
"Ok let see what happen",
says cerebral palsy in the form of my son
he chants the names of his favorite characters
wiggle around the clock
wiggles
he walks with scissor steps and looks at me with a puzzled expression
when I lose my temper.
he was born dead but was saved just before he could
learn how traumatizing life is
he sees ghosts
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 12:09 PM UTC