Goldfish

 

A poem


It’s quiet – just her muttering and mumbling
all day long, and outside, a double-muffled
melange of frosted voices scurrying past.

The numbness she has, the gnawing, damp,
weathering of sensation, has her fidgeting
between naps, then turning her blurred eyes
to question the incomprehensible street,
or fiercely cross-examine his empty chair.

The hollowness, the wandering ache, amongst
all the dustless clutter of valuable things
in the assembly-kit that made their latest home,
is her, dispossessed of how she used to be.

For she remembers chirpy whistling days
with windows that breathed, seasons strolling
in for a chat, grubby knees at open doors,
and laughter scampering from room to room.

Now nothing stirs, nothing except time
creeping round, outdating the shiny things,
like her goldfish stalking quietus round the bowl.

 

 

 

© Nemo 2020
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Mikeverdi

Oh this is so good, too many great lines to comment on them all…”seasons strolling in for a chat” Brilliant! You never disappoint us Gerald. I must nominate this one.
Mike

TheRecluse

Brilliant for me too, Gerald, IMO literary quality of this calibre will always stand the test of time. Have you any thoughts about why this high level of creative ability should stagnate later in life, is it a memory thing, a dampening of inspiration, a drying up of ideas, or lack of motivation, adaptation? Perhaps a change of style to suit the age might work. Perhaps your youthful talent has become your own sabotaging nemesis Whatever the cause, I shall always read your work with admiration and enjoyment. For me, free verse at its best!
Trevor

TheRecluse

Well, encouragement often leaves the giver vulnerable and it doesn’t work for everyone, sorry to hear of your latest setback the past three weeks, Gerald, wishing you a speedy recovery. Each word having the right “timbre” might be too pretentious, and ambitious..Yes, quietness and privacy often gets the mind freely flowing..so does leaving the comfort zone and taking chances in spite of risking potentially critical responses…even failure, better than nothing or fruitless cogitating?

Ionicus

I agree. Writing at its best, Gerald. Pure vintage.
Well done, Luigi

Pommer

I like the this one Gerald, Peter.

Pronto

I loved this sad expressive write and underlining the loneliness with the solitary goldfish in the bowl. Pure genius sir and well worthy of your nomination.

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