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| 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.
With
Life.
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.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sherry.
ReplyDeletethat dagger faced end was quite to the point.dead knights may roam where they will, we must continue the business of living.
ReplyDeleteYeah, it took on its own shape, but when I saw it I did tweak the last two words to a point.
Deleteagree 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.
ReplyDeleteSome of the best music comes from the blues.
DeleteStrong and depthful write here, Libby. Raising children is not easy....
ReplyDeleteRaising children? It's raising the parent that's the challenge at times!
DeleteYour 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---
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness, Libby, you could have written a chapter in my story here. Brilliant imagery meets intense, heartfelt message on the page. Masterful.
ReplyDeleteI am glad this is just a chapter here. Thanks, Kim.
DeleteSuch a heart warming,heart healing and a touching poem, Libby. This is going to touch every Mother's heart...Brilliant piece!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Panchali.
DeleteWonderful. Deeply felt piece. And I love your metaphor here:
ReplyDeleteMy cloak of time is torn.
Tattered.
Patched.
Stitched back together.
To Life!
Yes, to life, thank you.
Deletevery good write Libby, like this
ReplyDeleteSon, you and I,Must obsess With Life.
Thanks, Tatius. If we must obsess over anything, life it is.
DeleteThis is very special. So true, we all obsess with life. I like the messages in this. You did a great job here.
ReplyDeleteWe 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.
ReplyDeleteI would like to know that, yes. Thank you, I hadn't thought of it this way.
Deletemany a knight were slain in home economics. :)
ReplyDeletei like the contrast in the first and last stanzas. enjoyed the read.
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!
Delete"Your knight was slain
ReplyDeleteIn 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.
This is my sad funny poem. I'm such an oxymoron.
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