Monday, October 11, 2010

Niamh B's Bus!

It's monday so it must be POETRY BUS time! I'm late. I'm dying (let's hope not literally) with a chest infection.
Any way here goes.

He’s there in the mirror.
he was always there,

waiting, punching the clock

Grinning absurdly

I was too busy, too young

Foolishly ignorant

And now he’s here

For sure, for real,

And I will learn Tolerance

I will give acceptance,

Agree to recognize him

get used to him

and though I will never

grow to like him

I must be thankful

That who I was

Is no longer here

To see

who he is yet to be.


The Bug said...

Becoming a responsible adult is for the birds. Really!

Dr. Jeanne Iris said...

I love this one of recognition.

Hope you feel better very soon, Peadar!
Here's a virtual hug for ya: <>

Peter Goulding said...

And so say all of us! Time present and time past are both contained in time future, eh?
I'd love to see the newspaper headline that inspired this!

Niamh B said...

Get well soon Mr!!

Niamh B said...

Hope you get well soon sir.

This poem is great, deep and brooding with a touching end.

Heather said...

He's not that bad Peadar. I like the air of mystery your poem has and I think we can all relate to it. Hope your chest infection will soon clear up - they are so nasty. It's drinking out of wet glasses that does it!

Karen said...

Reminds me: I'm talking to the man in the mirror! Love this loook at who was, who is, who is yet to be.

Unknown said...

I have to read and re-read the last lines. existential, man, way existential.

Unknown said...

also, how does one put that amazon 'buy me now!' thingie on one's blog?

The Weaver of Grass said...

A bit of a conundrum here Eej - but I like it.

Titus said...

Class, TFE. I like the punching the clock image very much and the final lines have taken me to before the Big Bang, which I have been contemplating much lately thanks to BBC2.
The mystery of us.

And look after yourself!

NanU said...

A thought-provoking poem, Total. I think we're all relieved that some of our former selves are no longer around, and heedless of those to come.
Get better!
The prompt for next week is up.

Kat Mortensen said...

Well said. I think we all feel a bit of that, don't we? I know I do.

I'm an advocate of the echinacea, but as you've been sick for a while, it won't do you any good, so whisky it is!


ArtSparker said...

Do we ever get used to this?

Argent said...

I likeeeee!

I'll be firing up the bus shortly.