I think the title is fine and as usual your poetry makes me shiver with the
truth of it all. I can't find anything to crit. I identify with the
narrator in the writing as I suppose many will at some time in their life. I
wonder if you are into the angel thing again ? I have been reading many
angel books of late and one suggestion is that we choose the way we live in
our lives before we are even born even choosing our own parents. A very
intesting idea which your poem seems to home in on for me. Sally J
>From: grasshopper <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: New sub: Things I never asked for
>Date: Thu, 3 Jun 2004 11:35:34 +0100
>
> (Suggestions for a better title welcome....)
>
>
>
> Things I never asked for
>
>I never asked for this, to be mortal,
>to dream of Death and find him waiting for me
>at the foot of the stairs, or sniffing the milk
>in the fridge. I never asked for a list of losses,
>to stand with bowed heart and see them
>go down in ornamented timber like captain's chests.
>I never asked for pain, for tears, for fears at night,
>for the greyness in my head that bulges my eyes
>into blurred words. I never asked for them, but I'm told
>there are immortal ones asking for these things,
>who never get them, who sit and cry for them,
>like dogs scenting high bones, begging for them,
>as a charm against the bliss and bland eternal.
>Take them, you bastards, take them - I don't want
>the weights in my knapsack, my suitcase of cares.
>
>
> grasshopper
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