a tall gaunt man
from the retardation wards
walks the grounds daily
nondescript overalls
and absent socks
in a world of his own
I see him spread
a large white table-napkin
on the ground
take a seat on it
and begin to rock
as though rowing a boat
he leaves the napkin behind
when he wanders away
drawn in blue biro
to fit the boundaries of his canvas
are the boards
seat and oarlocks
of a rowboat
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Author:
Frank Prem (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Franks Psychiatry Pt 2 - student daze.
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Comments2
It is amazing what they do.
I vividly recall this gentleman. Completely enclosed within his world.
My wife goes like that sometimes with her dementia, I refer to it as a bubble which i cannot penetrate.
Frank,
Itās amazing what goes on in oneās mind! As Andy said, āa bubbleā he nor we that cannot penetrate!
~Laura~
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