I was thinking about social isolation. This poem is perhaps one concept of how it can come about.
This poem was recently chosen by The Suffolk Poetry Society for publication in their magazine ‘Twelve Rivers.’
I do not look back
there is too much to see
some of which I do not wish to own
preferring the security of a present impermanence.
There have been deceptions
having learnt when very young
the power of a well constructed lie
that in time can convince its author of validity.
Cruelty is casually learnt
honed sharply from experience
The mother who would not speak for days
The father whose interests were outside his family
There is security in indifference
which never needs reflective thought.
Let nothing stir the silence of your wake
on the shallow, mirrored surface of your passing.
