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The Getting By
It is without reason,
merit or reply.
It is sunken beyond
any measurable depth.
It is trapped somewhere
within an overgrown garden.
It is the listening to the last hours
going by and being
denied the ability to move with them.
It is the laughter of those
ten years your junior;
the laughter for something
too far gone.
It is the bar tab
that steals the rent and food
from your pocket.
It is the eyes of a loved one
leaving you to stare at something new.
It is sitting down amongst those
who have helped you survive
and feeling alone.
It is a taste of something...
a taste of getting by.
merit or reply.
It is sunken beyond
any measurable depth.
It is trapped somewhere
within an overgrown garden.
It is the listening to the last hours
going by and being
denied the ability to move with them.
It is the laughter of those
ten years your junior;
the laughter for something
too far gone.
It is the bar tab
that steals the rent and food
from your pocket.
It is the eyes of a loved one
leaving you to stare at something new.
It is sitting down amongst those
who have helped you survive
and feeling alone.
It is a taste of something...
a taste of getting by.
Published 2nd Aug 2011
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2nd Aug 2011 2:43pm
...suffering from an overdose of Buk, which can't be a bad thing as far as writing poetry's concerned, but nonetheless this leaves me wondering if they sell ginger ale in Buckinghamshire and if there's any left, would you ever take your life in your hands to sample it.
As bleak as it may seem, we may be marching towards a world where alcohol becomes forbidden fruit, a prospect I do not personally relish but one that's likely to sober up both the dead and the living. What's clear is that there will be a choice & we must adapt to our personal cirumstances or die.
Best ~ Abra
As bleak as it may seem, we may be marching towards a world where alcohol becomes forbidden fruit, a prospect I do not personally relish but one that's likely to sober up both the dead and the living. What's clear is that there will be a choice & we must adapt to our personal cirumstances or die.
Best ~ Abra
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2nd Aug 2011 5:10pm
I read it over and took several pauses. It was like a dismal realization that even the adults seep through the cracks of life trying to make it through. Being able to relate to everything (including the bar tab [my money goes to cigarettes] and not being able to make much money at this age leaves whatever dues I have not cared for; being the relation.) The whole thing is almost too much for me, but it also makes me grasp why it is that I love poetry so much. Like all, I am going to wish you the best. You did well putting this to words.
2nd Aug 2011 9:36pm
"It is the listening to the last hours
going by and being
denied the ability to move with them"
I like the sound and feel of those lines - they feel familiar. And I think the way they're placed in the poem works well, it gets across that sense of slowing down and the way I read it, varied the pace a bit. And I also liked the those lines 'it is the' being repeated, cause from what I know getting by means doing what you can with a load of weight on your shoulders, and I think that idea was brought across in the build up of those repetitions.
going by and being
denied the ability to move with them"
I like the sound and feel of those lines - they feel familiar. And I think the way they're placed in the poem works well, it gets across that sense of slowing down and the way I read it, varied the pace a bit. And I also liked the those lines 'it is the' being repeated, cause from what I know getting by means doing what you can with a load of weight on your shoulders, and I think that idea was brought across in the build up of those repetitions.
4th Aug 2011 3:28am
