by David Ackley
we swim in failure
and a weak grasp of the infinite
the last good job poisoned
by envy and strewn tacks
a kind of fractured ease
in this sinking
you think of where
you'd rather be
Nothing.
those were
the years of atomic submarines
otherwise pleasant
"...otherwise pleasant" Oh, but I do love a happy ending. *
You always nail it.*
Atomic submarines were our friends.
We always called the sailors from off the atomic subs, "nukie pukes." Which was an unkind way of acknowledging their superior math skills.
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More truth. *
Strong way to open. Good poem.
Many thanks for the reads and comments.
best
david
great opening and close, especially.*
*, David.
Eloquent. Love the end! *
There's a muffled quality to this. Just the right weight to
you think of where
you'd rather be
Nothing.
"we swim in failure"
Perhaps, but this poem is a success.
Nice work, David.
Thanks, Carol and Bill for the comments and readings.
The "nothing" gives a sense of despair to this reader.
Minimalistic yet quite powerful. ***
Just read it again and love it even more!(Wish I could fav it again.) $)
Thanks Charlotte and Brenda for liking this bleak little number.