What do you think of this poem about a depressed grandmother?
It’s your grandmother here, sitting on the rocking chair, right by the fireplace, clicking my needles, so lost and depressed. With age I’ve grown lonely, with age I’ve grown weak, as years continue melting I sink further and further into myself.
I try to smile politely as you crouch by my side, pretending to notice, but truly, I’m lost, too lost to notice your pretty blue eyes, too lost to notice your sweet smile and compassionate heart.
I haven’t moved from this chair, this chair is my home, where my soul rests, and my mind wanders without boundaries.
I’ve thought of wonderful things in this chair, ideas and plans you will never expect; never believe until it’s too late.
It seems like years, years since I last moved from this chair, but I am ready, I know the time has finally drawn in.
I slowly get up, a flash of pain strikes through by body, tired muscles that have rested for so long, now alive, ready to fulfill their duty.
Quietly I ascend the wooden staircase, careful not to fall in the dark, so careful as not to disturb my great plans. I know which room is yours; I know where you sleep and where your last breath will be made.
I carefully turn the door handle, entering your room with the quietist of steps, as not to wake you, my dear child.
For one last time, I stare at your delicate golden locks and pale skin, for one last time I look at a life that will be no more.
I raise the knife, slowly, knowing my motive is near completion. Then, savagely, brutally, with no regret I thrust it down, down into your living heart, a once loving heart that now runs cold.
I slip back into my rocking chair, clicking away with my needles, just as lost and depressed as ever. My chair becomes my home once more; after all, nobody expects a thing, not from an elderly woman like me.
Yes, i wrote it
Nope, i’ve never seen those movies
By: Jαcob™
Tags: Door Handle, Fireplace, Pale Skin
August 27th, 2009 at 20:24
Hi Jacob,
what do I think about the poem? I have read through it several times and found the sentiments of the poem, and the ‘action’ quite depressing, as was intended, I think.
This subject suits the free verse style it is written in-it would have been far more difficult to get this type of poem to rhyme.
Just a couple of (possibly pedantic) points…
…you (I’m guessing it is you who wrote it?) say that the grandmother is (in her own words) ‘too lost to notice’ the blues eyes, sweet smile etc….yet makes comment about them. This creates an artificiality about the situation you are asking us to immerse ourselves in.
Also you imply the grandmother has remained in the chair for a long time and the chair is ‘where her soul rests’ yet immediately say that her mind has had no boundaries and that she has thought of ‘wonderful things’ in that chair.
This does not fit in with the idea of a ‘depressed’ person, but one who has kept her interests alive in thought, even while unable(?) to move from the chair.
As I say, these points are small, and possibly too pedantic, but they did and do intrude into my thoughts while reading the poem.
A thought-provoking piece and rather depressing in subject matter…but then, subject matter is what grabs our interest in the first place, isn’t it?
Cheers (Glad it wasn’t my grannie!)
BobSpain
August 30th, 2009 at 19:44
Obviously you’ve seen Psycho. Twisted and poor. sorry.
September 1st, 2009 at 15:00
wow i really liked it Jacob.. its good
September 2nd, 2009 at 20:09
wow its a scary poem because i wouldnt want that to be my gm.. but it was a good poem.. i could imagine it in my head.
September 3rd, 2009 at 11:14
You never told me you wrote poems! I like how you used your words and how descriptive the poem was.
ttyl
~C~