Showing posts with label let go. Show all posts
Showing posts with label let go. Show all posts
This is an ekphrastic poem. (A poem initiated by a picture.)
I chose this picture with a lack of specific observations and had to realize its destructive nature after it was too late. This experience still had something inexplicable to it: It might sound crazy, but I fought against the story that formed in my head when I finally recognized the severed neck. Part of the task, though, was to let go.
So I did and the poem rather magically formed itself. It still took some effort to make the rhymes work and to get some sense in the poetry, but the story was unavoidable for my mind. I hereby warn against ignoring the details.
Jabbing Wires
A garden of wires,
entangled in joy,
that spread old deeds
beneath the lonely boy:
“The house of my father lies under the moon,
where we used to live and play happy tune.
I went right along with his basic sins.
Understood rather none, when we used to kiss.
My Mom worked from late till sunrise brought light.
She knew my betrayal – accepted the fight.
Her belt was so fast, too fast for my arm,
could never look up to see her so calm.
I ran every mile from here into town,
I sang late on stage in my dressing gown.
I tried to stay gone and not return home
and slept in the beds of the queasy and strong.
Walked quite different paths, but never to stay.
It never was mine to find the right way.
Come see what you’ve done to my little soul
that strikes now with one lasting goal.”
Both arms on the robe,
he opens his eyes.
A last breath: he sighs.
His chest is falling down
to the ferrous garden ground.
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