Never done

What if death had a "nurturing" mother?

Spent 

at the end

not a single limb

breathes

hours accounted and couched

like listless submarines

not as much 

run aground as 

ground down

useless as 

              lives

 

Yet between breathless walls

questions still play

sing song

ping pong

mouth to ear

mouth to ear

did you do your job my dear?

 

Cripple and decay

your well worn tools of play

teaching pupils

last lessons 

casually

equal footing

all of them

(what some bleed for everyday)

shriek in anger

when you explain

equality is making

house calls 

today

 

Sing song

pong pong

mothers lives

come undone

mouth to ear

mouth to ear

such fine work

you've done here dear

 

A cousins lot

you might have drawn

like learning hate

or losing love

remember then

when they first learn

that twisted take

of hearts and snowflakes

turns out no two

ever break the same

leaving porcelain girls

to search for blame

it's then they often ask for you

wrists outstretched

(they do)

(they do)

which is why you must

work harder than most

      called upon to steal the pain

     

Sing song

ping pong

everyone

must come undone

mouth to ear

mouth to ear

there'll be no sleep

for you 

my dear

 

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Oh, this is why I love coming over to your little corner of the world and taking in the words. You have a fabulous way with simple, concise and tight writing that just makes for fabulous poetry.

Yet between breathless walls
questions still play

Such beautiful lines! Loved this one, truly.

[ChemicalMadness]

Soooo...rehired, temporarily? Stay of execution? ;)

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Temporary reprieve I suppose...until the next time you hate my work :)

[Azriel]

another great one, again i just really love how you use the form in your pieces, great stuff here.

[Southern Cross]

The nurturing hand, heart, mind and soul...May it live on forever. The flow and style of this poem worked so well with the emotional content.

[Emily B]

when i find myself exhausted beyond all hope, i sleep for a day or two, dreaming and seeing and doing until i am ready to wake up and fight again

[ChemicalMadness]

Perhaps my attempt here was too clumsy. This should be read as a sort of "nurturing" missive from mother to child....if Death had a mother, that is. I know, pure sunshine, right?

[Emily B]

i read it as an empath caring for all those in their sphere, darkness and light, life and death, all are related

[ChemicalMadness]

That works ;)

[Emily B]

not that i would try to wrangle meaning out of a poem, i try to take them as i find them

[Ees]

Very cool and edgy poem that you have here. Drew me in right from the first stanza with the playful way that you twist around. Interesting ideas and odd repetitions, but in a good way. Nice work