Another wonderful poem for our current theme of What Will Grow
What will grow
By Telmo dos Santos
1.
What will grow is related
To what will not grow
So
The number of rows
On my forehead grows
As my skin is exposed
To the sun over time
But only if I am alive
If I am dead
There will be
No growing number
Of lines
If I am dead
The number of maggots
Will amplify
Until there is nothing left
For them to feed on
Eventually their numbers
Will decline
And my corpse
Will be left alone
The spaces between my bones
Will grow as they separate
And come to their final
Resting place
Then the only thing
That will grow
Is the amount of time
Since I was last remembered
2.
What will grow
Will cease to grow
So
Everything
Degenerates
The newborn babe
Rapidly grows
Into a bent old man
Or woman
Perhaps there is
An oxygen tube and bottle
And a walker
Involved
The largest tree grows
Grows old
Stands for a time
In a dry withered sate
Eventually dies, falls
Rots, becomes mush
In the ground
Fertilizer for other things
To grow on
It was a mighty tree
Only briefly
3.
What will grow
Saddens me
So
The distance
Between us will grow
The time between
The times I revisit
Memories of us
Will grow
The difficulty
I have
Remembering
Will grow
The fog
Will thicken
My regrets will grow
My disappointments too
And my ailments
My pain, my suffering
My age
My loneliness
My silence
The spaces between
Nothingness
All of these things
Will grow
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If you have a poem, or a piece of prose (500 words or less) you'd like to share, even if it doesn't fit the theme, we'd love to see it. Send your submission to awcswriterscorner@gmail.com
Nicely done Telmo. Moving piece.
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