Meanwhile

Meanwhile

A Poem by Charles Person

The uncertainties of stone supporting the feet
That raise the body that has hands
That count the failures until it runs out of fingers
that have nails

When this body lays down,
The body that lies witless in bed,
It could be dead
Yes, it could.

But it wakes up and breathes
As the starting point
of everything that will be delayed
And then aborted and then forgotten

Those things that should be an easy success.

There is no trick up his sleeve.
There are no sleeves to roll up.
There is no God, for this man.

But maybe somewhere there is a god hiding his face behind his hands, deeply ashamed of what he had come up with.

© 2013 Charles Person


Author's Note

Charles Person
Since English is not my first language I accept critics about grammar, vocabulary, etc.

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I like it :)

The uncertainties of stone supporting the feet
That raise the body that has hands
That count the failures until it runs out of fingers
that have nails

This part feels off a bit.

The uncertainties of stone, stone should be stones probably.
That raise the body, raising the body would mean it goes up and up. Unless that's what you mean, you probably should replace it with hold up, or reinforce or...

Personal preference about this part, I'd add repetition

The uncertainties of stone supporting the feet
Feet, that raise the body that has hands
Hands, that count the failures until it runs out of fingers
Fingers, that have nails

When I read it out loud, I prefer it with repetition. But it's not my text and I like it as it is.

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Added on October 29, 2013
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