Never Satisfied #poetry #photography

sunshine curtains

they picked over my things

“no please don’t do that!”

they could not hear my voice

I was behind a curtain

everything had changed

I no longer had a say

frozen was time’s clock

I watched behind a curtain

you look different

mechanical are your ways

they’ve taken away your will

A tear behind the curtain

I turn toward a new home

“sorry for your loss”

 join me darling soon

there’s room beyond the curtain


giving freely

two pressed between other’s vice

taking  greedily

Today’s prompt at Poet’s United is Compromise. Sometimes its easier to give everything up then to compromise. Other times it’s all taken (as in situations with the elderly) and again there is little compromise.

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  1. Poignant. The curtain makes me think of death–which might actually be easier than when such choice happens in life. You’ve approached a topic which pains my heart. None of us can take anything with us when we leave, but here it would be nice to be surrounded by people who loved instead of coveted.

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  2. So sad, the picking over of a person’s things…..sigh………….when I was a hospice volunteer, I often thought how the person lying in that bed, with only a comb and toothbrush to call their own, had once had a home, filled with things, and full lives, now all stripped away, just a few photos on a cork board to remember a life once lived.

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  3. To lose control over our destiny (of which our possessions are a part maybe) is so very dehumanising..we can only watch behind the curtains in dread and also reminded me of being hospitalised – there is no defence but perhaps people have to perform mechanically otherwise they may feel – and that would imply a connection not only to ‘us’ but to humanity in general..

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  4. Thought provoking poem and some interesting comments. Perhaps it is not a good idea to be defined by your possessions as you can easily and eventually will be stripped of them. We all love our own things but at some stage have to let them go. A sad reality. Good idea to nurture’ ‘la vie interieure’. Fill it with treasure, No one can take it away from you. It is with you till the end.
    Enjoyed this poem.

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