A Song To Mother
I have been reading Adrienne Rich and he’s made me feel a little bit like a poet. I wrote these four poems on an early morning when it was raining outside and I was very conflicted inside. Read them and soak in the imagery. Feel the cars wheeze, smell the strong perfume, feel the weight that comes when you have passions that won’t cook in your time frame then come back and tell me Adrienne Rich would be ashamed.
Surroundings
The cars wheeze like an asthmatic kid
Motorbikes roar like a broken generator
Rain drops hit the already moist ground, slipping down the road
Birds chirp cheerfully, they live for today
The Keyboard clicks; softly, silently
A tear hits it gently as he types
It’s incomprehensible,
How it can be serene outside and chaotic inside
Appearances
Her perfume impregnates his nose
Her fashions fall beautifully on her curves
She’s perfect
She smiles at his naivety
She will be the reason he takes to the noose
Suffering
The loud ding of responsibilities chimes
The loud bang of matrimony rips the hinges off
He is deaf
There is a God to go and worship on Sundays
There is tithe to pay; so the good works of the Lord can continue
He is deaf
There is society to please
There are expectations to live up to
He is deaf to all of it
A Song To Mother
He is not the son she hoped he will be
He won’t be a doctor
Or a lawyer
He is sorry
He won’t stay grounded
He won’t be stable
He won’t give her grandkids
He is sorry
PS: This was my first stab at poetry, I hope I did it justice. A big thank you to theveon for editing the piece.
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I like appearances especially the end. ”She will be the reason he takes to the noose” its like she knows, she is playing with his mind, taunting him with what he cannot have. Me thinks she and not he is treading on dangerous ground.
She’s definitely taunting him, but the noose could mean anything from an actual noose to turning him into the jackass who breaks her heart.
Or the maniac who loses his grip and forgets he is a human being. Dangerous ground.