The Sun Outshines

 

 

The Sun Outshines


The sun outshines herself & I want to write of joy,
but gnash, gnash comes to mind, so that the sun dims
and I ponder what it is I wish to devour so badly.
My mother claims there are a thousand red ants
on her bedroom wall & resents that I do not see them.
I resent dementia creeping, into a home run ball park
and I fight, hard, and leave books by the bed & chat
without guile of her perfect recall of dates & time.
It does not matter that they are times I cannot recall,
only that she remembers them, that she remembers me,
even if I am only three & dressed in a red cap,
there must be something left to love.
My daughter is in another country & we play tag
on the Internet & make promises we want so badly to keep.
I am not blind. I know her eyes brim a saucepan full
of dreams she must keep as her own, but I am saddened,
that I cannot show her something of me, that is not a mother,
but a traveler, a dancer, laughing in sudden outbursts,
swinging her high up in my heart past my responsible bones.
Let me take a turn here, as I am prone to do,
and turn this into a life song, so that I remember
how this all started with the sun! The light bursting
all the way across the mountain, so that I disassociate
and watch, everything from a distance, love in my life,
always being long range.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Bud]

So much, here. Emotions, life, escape, love ones, miss. It never fails to fail us...our architecture of what human kind deemed, long ago... What life is. We have misquoted life, I'm saddened to inform. Life is full of heartache, back breaking work, burdens, sorrows, unjust acts against us, losses, etc. These are but of the negative side. The ones most focus on for the better part of their time. Our woes... Now, add to this the objects that the light makes these shadows of, and then you will see the scale balance back out to true center:

Heartache = Love. Back Breaking Work = Vacations Spent With Family. Burdens = Relief. Unjust Acts Against Us = Kind Acts of Others, and Strangers Towards Us.

Now, the scale is back in balance. Without all the negative things that happen to us in our lives, we would never appreciate the good the good things. Life would be different than we can imagine. We do good, now to appreciate the good, the positive. As for the Dementia... We go through these things with our elders, whether a parent or a grandparent or a close friend, even. So, we have a hint of what to expect. We are given a preview of the possibilities to be looking forward to, But most importantly, it reminds us to believe n today. Appreciate life, and to appreciate that we even get to glimpse the furture through our elder loved ones.
Life is never fair according to our attempt at defining the word, but it is a perfectly harmonized, just mechanism that thrives. if societies would accept life for what it is, rather than trying to alter the unalterable, then life would become more to our liking. Life is as short as thfe blink of an eye. There's too much to consider, appreciate. We have slipped away from being of a thankful mindset, and become consumed in ourselves, Remember your strength is only as great your application of it
Thank You for sharing this Excellent piece of poetic philosophical Magnificence.

[Donald Meikle]

Thanks for the trip Phib. I needed time and things to see through the flashing window of another west bound train of thought.

[W.k.kortas]

Mothers and daughters, rolling through the years...one of the truths (sometimes a harsh one, indeed) we discover as adults is that we are never finished products, yet there is part of the parent-child relationship that stays static, where the child is "three and dressed in a red cap" until the end of days. This is not only chock-full with the unique and wonderful imagery that is your hallmark, but it is perceptive and perfect in tone. It is masterful writing.

[Emily B]

a close friend is going through the same thing with her mother . . . it must be difficult to watch the decline that cannot be helped . . . my love to you as you travel this narrow and difficult road with your mother