Poem: Free Verse –  “Fraility Flailing” #amwriting #poetry 


Thanks to The Daily Post for the word prompt Frail.

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We walk the golden path; we’re frail, 

Is there any other way to wander?

No one stronger or wiser left to fight?

But we’ve aged within minutes, 

We forgot to gaze behind us, 

To see what the past left for us;

Wisdom and knowledge with a bloody trail. 

Instead, we’re continuing on a broken path, 

We’re frail, aging humans by the seconds;

Counting our tomorrows,

Before we have them granted.

Not listening to our elders;

Who lost life, limb, peace, to war and grief.

We don’t look skyward to the heavens, 

We watch our own feet tremble.

Stuttering we stumble down the trail.

Dragging our canes and walkers;

We’re riddled with bullet holes.

Wounds we never felt, 

We never gave up our guns;

Never thought what “security,” meant,

For our children and grandchildren.

We’re all exceedingly frail, 

As if we were ancient beings;

We carry their genes but their wisdom, 

We breathe out like carbon.

The hurricane winds blow through our ears, 

Blocking out what we don’t want to hear. 

Truth is a dangerous weapon, 

The truth can change direction.

The truth can smart and hurt, 

Our lungs can barely breathe.

It degrades and humiliates, 

It stings our eyes and it turns, 

Focused vision, to grey static.

The truth it always is revealed, 

Until all we can see is real.

But real has no pertinent meaning, 

When what you’re used to, 

Lies promoted and shouted.

Lies built upon lies, 

More colourful than, 

The Grande Canyon’s layered rock.

We hide behind our lies, 

It makes us distrusting.

Flailing, we cannot believe in anyone;

Not even ourselves to do what’s right.

We cannot elect using logic; 

No true king on this earthly realm, 

To lead us to glory and home.

We don’t even have faith in, 

Our own minds and bodies.

We’re so frail, as paper cranes crushed, 

As tissue paper torn without thought.

We cannot lift our fingers to point, 

To teach unlearning children lessons, 

Before they end up like us.

We’re frail; yet we don’t know the meaning, 

But as assuredly as the world turns, 

Our ashes and dust, 

Will blow away in the wind.

The sands of time keep swirling, 

And we’re growing ever closer, 

To our own cremation;

We think we have forever, 

But our steps are forgotten memories, 

Or thoughts not even the silt of dirt.

Frailty so visible, we lumber around slowly, 

In our slumber losing memories.

We forget to see where yesterday led, 

Blindly we falter and walk where we may;

Into tears, and traps, we’re used, betrayed —

Abused and hopeless.

But we reap what we sew;

Our harvest was distrust and darkness, 

A black-hole eating consuming all good.

We’re frail, until we fall where we walk, 

Because life is faulty and frail too;

And our short time, 

Has been for not;

If we cannot learn from our past, 

See how history repeats no matter the leader.

But we are human, 

So we do not learn, 

Thinking we’re invincible; 

Until the day we’re not.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

19 thoughts on “Poem: Free Verse –  “Fraility Flailing” #amwriting #poetry 

  1. swritings July 19, 2016 / 10:47 am

    Thinking we’re invincible;
    Until the day we’re not.

    A perfectly unfortunate ending but so true… we humans are masters at not learning from the past!

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  2. Melinda Kucsera July 19, 2016 / 2:46 pm

    “We carry their genes but their wisdom,

    We breathe out like carbon.” — fantastic lines! You have a way with words my friend and you weave deep, intriguing poems. One tiny correction, it should be we reap what we sow. You have to plant the seed before you can harvest it. Otherwise it’s an excellent poem 🙂

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    • mandibelle16 July 19, 2016 / 4:51 pm

      Thank you PJ. It wasn’t really about aging, it was more about the fact we think we are invincible and we’re not, we’re frailer than we think even being young.

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  3. clcouch123 July 19, 2016 / 6:42 pm

    A bloody trail of wisdom and knowledge behind us. A broken path we look at to stay on as walk. We don’t look up to a clearer option in the sky. We are battered by a wind of truth. “We breathe out like carbon.” (Fantastic line.) Certainly we are alternative to the invulnerability of earlier days and attitudes.

    Mandi, this is strong and convincing. You show us a difficult place, especially the path through the place. You show us how hard life might or will be. Or is.

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    • mandibelle16 July 19, 2016 / 11:58 pm

      Thanks Christopher. I think it is all three things you mentioned. Sometimes though, I can understand people’s need to wan to be oblivious to it. But then, we never learn. Or do we ever?

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      • clcouch123 July 20, 2016 / 8:50 pm

        I don’t know. This could be a kind of truth that we learn (if we do) because we have to.

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    • mandibelle16 July 24, 2016 / 5:04 pm

      Hey Mihrank. Hope the summer is treating you well. I’m happy you liked the piece. It’s more about the frailty of humanity, not learning from our past. Each of us thinking, we have all the time in the world, when we don’t really know. We don’t learn from our history and then trying to teach the younger generation can we teach if we have no experience or wisdom. Watching US election stuff lol. Didn’t leave me in a hopeful mood. Thank you for commenting 🙂

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