Writing 210 Challenge, Day 5. Word:Fog, Style: Elergy, Device:Metaphor
Originally requiring specific meters, nowadays elegies come in all shapes and sizes, though they are united by their (often melancholic) focus on loss and longing.
Today’s form, the elegy, can trace its history all the way to ancient Greece. It started out as a poem that could be about almost any topic, as long as it was written in elegiac couplets (pairs of verse, with the first one slightly longer than the second). Over the centuries, though, it became something a bit more specific: a (more often than not) first-person poem on themes of longing, loss, and mourning.
When I could come and
I could go
When every movement
When still alive I had
And never thought of
When I decided who
Or simply what I’d have
When choices made were
When I decided what
I was an eagle
And no one tried to
Now age has taken that
And in this place I’m doomed
My thoughts float through
A Fog of time
From dark, dark days to
Scrambled and mangled I don’t
Because in all the muddle
Freedom is there.
7 thoughts on “Fog”
Reading this is like floating on a cloud. All you say is so familiar, and the last line is particularly resonant. We pick up so much baggage along the way, and we lose so much and yet the approach of old age can offer an amazing feeling of freedom. Wonderful poem!Thank you for sharing.
Thanks so much for your wonderful comment. As my dad’s short term memory faded I loved hearing so many stories from his past, I felt they were genuine compensatory gifts.
What a powerful poem! Great use of imagery.
Your poem so much made me recall my step dad and my uncle, both in the same dimentia wing, one for Parkinsons disease and the other aging. This has more depth than might be seen at first by those who haven’t had close experiences with people losing their freedom and abilities. I’ll be writing my poems this weekend, I haven’t posted any yet.
I think that’s true, when you’ve lived along with someone’s dementia you have a greater appreciation for so many things.
Your poem really fits the elegy assignment. It has the loss and the longing but also a glimmer of positive.
I did love hearing stories from my dad’s long ago but it came as he lost his short term memory. Thanks for commenting.