Help me edit this poem please

[tracilicious]

In my creative writing class we are supposed to bring a poem for the class to workshop. I made the mistake of putting it off until the last minute when I really need another week to edit repeatedly. Any editing help on this is greatly appreciated. It's very rough, I just started it today. All comments are welcome, but I especially need syntax, consistency of tone, punctuation, line breaks, and all that stuff. It sort of fluctuates between end-stopped and enjambed right now and I really want to have all that technical stuff worked out before I present it. Did I mention that I need another week? Please help!


Bonanza

The musty smell in the hallway,
of bleach and spongebaths and adult diapers,
was muted by the clang of metal spoons
against plastic trays filled with pureed pot pies.

I passed the more mobile in the hallway
sitting in their wheelchairs,
staring at me as if I were some sort of apparition,
mouths agape and eyes wide
when I smiled and said Hello.

I peeked through the doors and witnessed the once alive
succumbing to the labial caress of immobility
and the pelvic thrust of humiliation.

Each staring up at the yellow ceiling,
arms glued to the bed,
unable to stay a thin string of drool
or hold steady the memories floating in
near sighted eyes.

Pneumatic lungs breathed shallow breaths,
dumb mouths sucked every last gasp of life,
gaining moments spoon fed and white walled.
Wasted in an adjustable death bed
while Bonanza blared in the lobby.

When I finally reached you
you were so small and frail,
your legs bent awkwardly
on top of a bed pad.

There was nothing left to indicate
that you had spent your life
weathering storms,
bones bending in the wind like young oak trees,
holding fast again and again.

There was nothing on the thin blanket,
or the cat picture on the wall,
or the way your thin hair draped on the pillow,
that told anyone that your spirit
was so magnificent and so bold
that it had the gall to leave your body
ahead of you.

I kissed your head
and said all the things that one wants to say
to someone on their death bed.
I put my hand on your slowly pulsing heart
and asked it to have mercy enough
to stop beating.

I wondered if I should find some really profound
last words to say to you,
but none came, so I simply said
Goodbye Gramma
and walked ghostlike back down the hall.
Overwhelmed by the stench
of the soft, slow, and dirty fvck of death.

[3894]

Bonanza

The musty smell in the hallway
of bleach and spongebaths and adult diapers
was muted by the clang of metal spoons
against plastic trays filled with pureed pot pies.

I passed the more mobile in the hallway,
sitting in their wheelchairs,
staring at me as if I were some sort of apparition,
mouths agape and eyes wide
when I smiled and said "Hello".

I peeked through the doors and witnessed the once alive
succumbing to the labial caress of immobility
and the pelvic thrust of humiliation.

Each staring up at the yellow ceiling,
arms glued to the bed,
unable to stay a thin string of drool
or hold steady the memories floating in
near sighted eyes.

Pneumatic lungs breathed shallow breaths.
Dumb mouths sucked every last gasp of life,
gaining moments spoon-fed and white-walled,
wasted in an adjustable death-bed
while Bonanza blared in the lobby.

When I finally reached you,
you were so small and frail,
your legs bent awkwardly
on top of a bed pad.

There was nothing left to indicate
that you had spent your life
weathering storms,
bones bending in the wind like young oak trees,
holding fast again and again.

There was nothing on the thin blanket
or the cat picture on the wall
or the way your thin hair draped on the pillow,
nothing that told anyone that your spirit
was so magnificent and so bold,
that it had the gall to leave your body
ahead of you.

I kissed your head
and said all the things that one wants to say
to someone on their death bed.
I put my hand on your slowly pulsing heart
and asked it to have mercy enough
to stop beating.

I wondered if I should find some really profound
last words to say to you
but none came, so I simply said
"Goodbye, Gramma"
and walked ghostlike back down the hall,
overwhelmed by the stench
of the soft, slow, and dirty fvck of death.


Helen's note: I particularly like the way enjambment reinforces the emotional daze in the last stanza, almost as if you're careening off the walls in the hallway. Is there a way to eliminate the final comma to reinforce that?

[tracilicious]

Thanks, Helen! Perfect punctuation! I think I could easily eliminate all commas and go totally enjambed but I'm really not sure where I want to go with this besides a total rewrite. (Which, of course, it needs. It's a first draft.) I really hate this poem.

[Moonliner]

Originally Posted by 3894

Bonanza...

No fair tracilicious! You pulled in a ringer.

[3894]

Originally Posted by tracilicious

I really hate this poem.

See and I like it, especially the juxtaposition of the ending of life and the sexual act/potential beginning of life.

My suggestions are just suggestions. I'm thinking other LoTers should have a go, too.

[tracilicious]

Originally Posted by 3894

See and I like it, especially the juxtaposition of the ending of life and the sexual act/potential beginning of life.

Thanks. Poetry is really not my strong point, but I really enjoy well written poetry, so I'd like to at least be proficient at it. Writing something with the intent of crafting it into something and having others critique it is pretty grueling though. Now I know why writers drink.

My suggestions are just suggestions. I'm thinking other LoTers should have a go, too.

Yes, please! I posted it here because we have such a diverse group of talented people. I want all the input I can get!

[Cadaverous Pallor]

I agree with Helen's punctuation. Remind me to let you edit my stuff, too!

IMHO, I'd change this part to read this way:

---
There was nothing on the thin blanket
or on the cat picture on the wall
or in the way your thin hair draped on the pillow,
that told anyone that your spirit
was so magnificent and so bold
that it had the gall to leave your body
ahead of you.
---

The last line I'd change thusly:
---
of the soft, slow, dirty fvck of death.
---

I dig the poem. I LOVE this concept - "your spirit was so magnificent and so bold, that it had the gall to leave your body". Very nice. Seriously, the whole thing is great.

[tracilicious]

I can't mojo you right now CP, so visible mojo for the help. Thanks!

[tracilicious]

Oh, and I just realized that you caught an extra word with your changes! That was a leftover from a prior edit. Thanks!

[alphabassettgrrl]

First paragraph; "was muted" - "was" isn't needed.

I'll have to think about this. I really like it. I like the sex and death overlaid. I like the imagery.