Poem ‘Poor Things’

Poor Things

At some stage or another
we all become poor things

The man who once
pulled trucks and trains for fun

in a gown
and listening to a nurse

image and poem © copyright df barker 2012

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40 comments

  1. magsx2 · February 28, 2012

    Hi,
    A poem that is a bit different, but oh so true.

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  2. Raven of Leyla · February 28, 2012

    I am that Nurse who ponders,
    when it is my time
    will I be so sweet as this poor darlin’ 😀
    Beautiful, short yet thoughtful.

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  3. Martin · February 28, 2012

    I really like this piece of art, David. I watched a programme, last evening, about the new Hockney exhibition. Fascinating creativity with the iPad.

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  4. fiercebuddhist · February 28, 2012

    So true. In our youth we think “nothing can harm us.” When in reality we are denying the truth that one day our bodies will fail and we will be weakened to the point of needing, once again, someone to care for us.

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  5. Pete Armetta · February 28, 2012

    Gosh we sure do right? 🙂 Love the visual attached to this, it just POPS, and adds to the mysterious and thought-provoking tone of this piece.

    Pete

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  6. So very true!

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  7. dfb · February 28, 2012

    Mags, thank you!!

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  8. dfb · February 28, 2012

    Thank you Raven!

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  9. dfb · February 28, 2012

    Yes, I saw that too, fascinating. Thank you Martin!

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  10. dfb · February 28, 2012

    Yes, indeed. I used to go to Buddhist classes and this kind of feeling has stuck with me every since. Thank you very much!

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  11. dfb · February 28, 2012

    Pete, thank you very much!

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  12. dfb · February 28, 2012

    Wendell, thank you very much!!

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  13. granbee · February 28, 2012

    New artistic approach here, DF? I really like how well it matches the mood of your poem. A man in an open backed gown being bossed around by a nurse. That man was once “King of the Road”, wasn’t he? Or was he? Hmmmm.

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  14. dfb · February 28, 2012

    Thank you very much Granbee! Well, he could’ve been K of the R! I’m grateful to you.

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  15. claudia · February 28, 2012

    very different write for you..made me also think of very successful business people who get a burn out and end up in hospital and don’t even manage to get the tooth paste on the brush any more…sad..

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  16. Fergiemoto · February 28, 2012

    So much said in so few words…well done.

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  17. dfb · February 29, 2012

    Thank you Claudia – your perceptions are as accurate as ever! I’m grateful.

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  18. dfb · February 29, 2012

    Thank you very much!

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  19. neelthemuse · February 29, 2012

    Your art and poems are so refreshing!!!!!!!!Thanks….

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  20. dfb · February 29, 2012

    Thank you!!!

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  21. lscotthoughts · March 1, 2012

    So thought provoking in so few words and very true to life. Wonderful, again, David!

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  22. Betty Hayes Albright · March 1, 2012

    A simply excellent poem, David – so poignant with truth….

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  23. dfb · March 1, 2012

    Thank you very much once again, Lauren!

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  24. dfb · March 1, 2012

    Betty, once more I’m very grateful to you – thank you!

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  25. Ellen Grace Olinger · March 1, 2012

    I like the way your poem and image speak wisdom and compassion, as I too have been a “poor thing” and also a strong caregiver. During my mother’s final illness, though, her spirit grew stronger and that is my stronger memory!

    Blessings, Ellen

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  26. dfb · March 1, 2012

    Hi Ellen, thank you so much for your comments. I’m glad that you have good memories of your mother. We never realise how important mothers are until they’ve gone. Take care and thanks again.

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  27. Celia · March 2, 2012

    Short and powerful. Love the image as well.

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  28. dfb · March 2, 2012

    Thank you Celia!

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  29. magicalmysticalteacher · March 3, 2012

    We are never what we once were…

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  30. jane tims · March 4, 2012

    Hi. The image is very powerful. These colors look well together and I like the way the orange grips/reaches out to the blue figure. Jane

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  31. dfb · March 4, 2012

    Jane, thank you very much! Yes, you’ve understood very well what I was trying to do – I’m grateful.

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  32. Francina · March 4, 2012

    a whole life captured in a few words in this rich layered poem. excellent. done.

    Ciao, Francina

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  33. dfb · March 4, 2012

    Francina, thank you very much!

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  34. bardessdmdenton · March 5, 2012

    Yes, very wise and interestingly illustrated. As humans, the trappings seem to make us different, but otherwise we walk the same path…

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  35. dfb · March 5, 2012

    Thank you once again!

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  36. Broken Sparkles · March 6, 2012

    The inevitable reality!

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  37. dfb · March 6, 2012

    Thank you very much!!!

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  38. Ina · March 6, 2012

    Poor things… It is so true that most of us will be like that one day athough some of us might beat the odds and keep fit. 🙂 I like the poem, sharp and to the point!

    When I was in your country the other week, I noticed that the eldery are not to be called “dear” anymore. 🙂 Oh dear!

    I think it is important to see people for what they are as a whole, more than how they are doing physically perhaps. Wisdom comes with growing older.
    I hope lol.

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  39. dfb · March 6, 2012

    Thank you very much Ina – good to hear from you. Hope you had a good trip. 🙂

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  40. dfb · March 6, 2012

    Thank you very much Ina!

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