Row

A poem about growing up.

 

Merrily, merrily, a nervous shake;

you speak in a foreign tongue

known only to walls.

This cycle of noise, an echo against

the back of my fragile skull.

Inhale. 

Exhale. 

Blink twice and plead for solemn sleep's release.

Inhale. 

      Exhausted. 

Engulfed, ever become the dining dead.

Apologies faxed with ignorant bliss--

life is but a dream.
    

Author's Note

I loved the nursery rhyme "Row, Row, Row Your Boat" and its inclusion in my favorite movie, Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind. Some themes, and phrases as you'll see, are carried from both of these sources into the poem. Think about the original rhyme for just a second, and you'll see how depressing it is--how much different the meaning of the words are now that you're grown, "Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily: life is but a dream". Let me know what you think.

Reviews

[Rachael]

I love how this is using it's influences to still make a completely unique piece of work. It has a dreamy sort of feel - lovelylovely.