Can any poem ever be said to be an accurate account of an event? I do not think so. Poets take their experiences and transform them into something universal, rather than offer reportage.
So it is with this poem.
stopped in the street
asked my name
by friends become strangers
the gulf grown
a quarter century wide
so we swap major events
the achievements of children
obliquely they assess my status
we exchange numbers emails
say we must catch up
properly get together
then break off walk away
How much of me is in the poem? You know I am not sure. It is a specific event altered to, hopefully, appeal to all.
This poem wrote itself this morning out of a piece of stream of consciousness prose I had written late last night.
then you wake up
the morning after the divorce
the lost years
whatever particular defeat claimed you
and the physical laws are just the same
sunlight pinballs round the system
ecosystems work more or less
and you must decide what it is you do
yes we know what you have been
that is past
receding by the second
what will you be now?You could argue that I have experienced some of the events mentioned, but who hasn't?
I have been listening to Pollyanna a lot recently and here's a live song.
Until next time.