Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Claine Keily # 3 Cattle

I was washed by the tide
sometimes for a whole day

I waited like he
told me

My stamina of course
has always betrayed me

Patient and obliging like cattle
this is how I was taught to be

Now I see him bringing herds
into a place too small for them
while he dreams of somewhere far away
an urbane whiteness
filled with dentist chairs
and undressed waitresses

6 comments:

  1. Wow, scary. The shift in imagery through the poem is very effective both visually and emotinally.

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    1. Thanks Susan every poem is an adventure. I write the truth and just hope that my truth can be understood by others. I look forward to reading and responding to your poems over the school holidays when I have more time.

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    1. Oh thanks I am never sure about what I write but I do write the truth for me at that given moment. I am looking forward to looking at your poems Sarah over the school holidays. At the moment my workload remains brutal x

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    1. Thanks Rob I look forward to reading your poems soon in the school holidays when I have time

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