Untitled Self-Portrait Poem by Bernard Henrie

Untitled Self-Portrait



Nothing much has changed
since our argument,
I live in the same sub-let room
I once shared with you.
Broken clock, keys and locks.

Homework at my catty-cornered desk.
Television in shirtsleeves
and an aimless walk
in the pock-marked streets.

A bum barely covered by a newspaper.
Somewhere huddled lovers rollover
and sleep ‘till noon.

The phlegmatic cat stalks
a sneezing mouse, a watchman
dozes off.

O roaring wind and cataclysm
send your rain and storm over me,
open your arms and take me in,
speed oblivion your son is ready.

Unmistakable signs of separation
and final notice
of never coming back.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Crystal Eloisa Gearhart 15 November 2008

Bernard - what great imagery. I feel as if I'm taking a glimpse, a stroll, a mood, and a moment with you and your heart. Nice job.

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Barbara Terry 15 November 2008

But we can't always live in self pity either. We must pick ourselves up and go out even in the cold, cruel world, and look for the 'one' that will make our hearts happy, and we don't necessarily have to find them in the same city, state, or even country. Bernard men are not the only ones who feel down after an argument where words we regretted were spoken, men are not the only ones that walk out to avoid further confrontation, and men do not have a corner on sitting at a ragtag desk in musty old corner. Women experience this too. The last stanza is really the final seperation from writer and reader, because it ends the poem very well, and very appropriately. A 10 for this Bernard, and thank you for sharing. Hugs, Barbara

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