Death – Page 17 – Orphaned Islands (Un)poetry

Category: Death

Death the point at which the frequent contradiction of theory and observation converge to absolute absence. A membrane through which loss passes to non-existence, the space occupied by a person, entity, emotion, ideal or hope that is gone and gone forever. These (un) poems are the reflections of an audience of one, holding and slowly turning an urn of ashes, thinking about what is, what was and what might have been. And the slow formed acceptance of cutting the cards and drawing the joker.

Age 48 youth’s decline has begun
still perceived as largely present
summer diminishing to autumn.
Shorter temperatures
longer nights.
The glass mandated half full.

Pride forms that hair is still abundant
and the same colour as birth
workload has neglected scheduled pruning.
Scruffy
foolish without the cover of youth or eccentricity.

A haircut
non-intimate intimacy.
Physical proximity
rapid fire questions of work,
of family,
of dreams.
Bodies pressed. Indecent.
unlawful in social context.

A constantly changing cast
of impossibly young stylists.
Truth knows hair like this has no style
but vanity asks if something could be done
the look says, “ I’m a hairdresser not a cosmetic surgeon.”

Fallen pride retreats to self effacement
I tell her I’m lucky to have hair at my age
“ain’t that the truth,” the 13-year-old look-alike shrieks
making 48 seem like 95.

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