Mary Walsh Poet Free verse

Rudderless

So I’m here in the bedroom.
Looking for what?
Fetching what?
How did I get here?

Before… rushing to the bedroom 
Used to be a fervour of arms, pressing flesh, kisses
Caresses, tumbling to soft covers, 
Clothes scattered in swathes
Heat and passion were here once

No man is seductively waiting for me now, 
No sighing, whispering, 
The climb up the stairs alone causes panting.
These days
A package of creaking knees and empty brain

I turn 360 rudderless, rotating
A useless turbine of energy spent
Thinking to descend and start over.
Ah,there it is.
The thing I came looking for 
The bread!

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Beata Agustin January 8, 2026 at 9:15 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Darren White May 21, 2017 at 10:57 AM If I'd only read superficial, I would have smiled. Of course, the bread. But I read something much deeper thatn that single thing. It is about the complete feeling of being rudderless because all of the surroundings plus what you really wanted, has gone. And it takes superhuman strength to get it back and get going. Welcome to PoetrySoup. Mary Walsh May 22, 2017 at 2:13 AM Thank you for your kind comments Darren, I am glad you caught my meaning and it is true that as we age we forget more easily and remember things in unique ways. Also I often put something down and then forget where I put it!!!