Monday, November 19, 2012

Dead Knight on Notebook Paper

by Haliatuslupus
Son, you and I, we obsess.
Vacant eyes.
Last breath.

My cloak of time is torn.
Tattered.
Patched.
Stitched back together.
Game face on.
I take a pulse.
The second hand ticks backward in my hand.
Now what am I supposed to do with that?
Game face on.
I use the clock on the wall.

Did I ever tell you 
The Namesake
was a knight?
I walked a perennial parapet
Waiting for his return.

Your knight was slain
In Home Economics
on notebook paper
with a colored pencil,
cooking, and sewing.

Maybe your knight and my knight
Are the same
And he has sent me a message.
He has laid down his weapons
And waits for my hand.

But he will have to wait.
Son, you and I,
Must obsess
With
Life.


26 comments:

  1. Wow, Libby. I so resonate with this.....the tattered cloak of Time....the Game Face on.......(we mothers are so good at that!) I especially love "Son, you and I must obsess with Life." We always encourage our chicks to fly, dont we? Just beautiful.

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  2. that dagger faced end was quite to the point.dead knights may roam where they will, we must continue the business of living.

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    1. Yeah, it took on its own shape, but when I saw it I did tweak the last two words to a point.

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  3. agree with the above... was sat listening to some blues and when I read the "Son, you and I must obsess with life" lines it just seemed to fit right in. Melancholic humour indeed.

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    1. Some of the best music comes from the blues.

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  4. Strong and depthful write here, Libby. Raising children is not easy....

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    1. Raising children? It's raising the parent that's the challenge at times!

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  5. Your piece brought tears to my eyes--I am not sure why really--I miss my girls--maybe that is why--just a beautiful piece of writing---

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  6. Oh my goodness, Libby, you could have written a chapter in my story here. Brilliant imagery meets intense, heartfelt message on the page. Masterful.

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    1. I am glad this is just a chapter here. Thanks, Kim.

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  7. Such a heart warming,heart healing and a touching poem, Libby. This is going to touch every Mother's heart...Brilliant piece!

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  8. Wonderful. Deeply felt piece. And I love your metaphor here:

    My cloak of time is torn.
    Tattered.
    Patched.
    Stitched back together.

    To Life!

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  9. very good write Libby, like this
    Son, you and I,Must obsess With Life.


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    1. Thanks, Tatius. If we must obsess over anything, life it is.

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  10. This is very special. So true, we all obsess with life. I like the messages in this. You did a great job here.

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  11. We can struggle to determine what our priorities and courses of action should be taken, and yet, if our obsession was with 'living' our lives - perhaps we may know the simplicity and direction we seek.

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    1. I would like to know that, yes. Thank you, I hadn't thought of it this way.

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  12. many a knight were slain in home economics. :)
    i like the contrast in the first and last stanzas. enjoyed the read.

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    1. Ha! Yes, I suppose you're right. I shared this with my son. He said that his friend was drawing stick people with arrows through their heads. Thank you for making us laugh!

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  13. "Your knight was slain
    In Home Economics
    on notebook paper
    with a colored pencil,
    cooking, and sewing."

    I am wowed by the cleverness here. What a great verse. Quite humorous, too.

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    1. This is my sad funny poem. I'm such an oxymoron.

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