Wake up brother, you're dreaming.

Wake up brother, you're dreaming.

Your breath has fallen short; she's claimed you

The skin on your lips has flaked off

It is empty and cold; the month of January in Ashland

Bodies become empty

Coffee cups and ash trays

Life slips from your finger tips

You remember the

Warmth of July with a lovers touch

Curved hips; smooth thighs

A full breast underneath your palm

Heartbeat erratic, excited, alive

You remember

Child laughs, shrill

Popsicle sticks and postcards

Your child; chubby fingers, bright cheeks

Things were easier in April

When the showers came

And rinsed your flesh of it's vanity

The sins, brought you back to the womb of the creator

Egg state, simple.

Daises swayed in the fields from your childhood

Wheat stalks

Roaches under star filled galaxies

You discovered life there

Felt the earth tremble beneath your feet:

When your house collapsed

When you lost the family you'd dreamed of

This was when your eyes glazed over

You said you'd never love again

You turned to vein churns

Antecubital fossa bruised

Breathe, tiles slick with sweat

The sink runs on, overflows, clogged

Breathe

Days with eyes wide open

Until flies infest your cold eager vessel

It is time to be humbled by the mother

-WolfSong

Author's Note

Any suggestions?

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

life can be divided like the seasons...and the april rains can be those good things that come along and cleanse us of the bad thoughts, the plague of memories...the pain...

we sit in that cold winter of our life wondering when the warmth will come...

i like "the womb of the creator"---
"until flies infest your cold eager vessel"
"time to be humbled by the mother"

great lines...i was only confused a bit by "breathe" not sure, i was reading it breath on one hand...but not sure how you meant it.

also i think you meant "a lover's touch" and "its vanity"

the dreams are always better than the reality...i think that is just the way it is...

but this kind of introspection, really works when so well presented like you have done here.

nicely expressed.

[J. K. Beach]

This a beautifully macabre piece, Liliana! Full of earthy metaphors and vivid images of love lost and despair that brings to mind the exquisite Kierkegaard idea of 'sickness unto death.' The last line is the perfect conclusion to any dance unto death as we all will, in time, be humbled by the mother. Excellent bit of writing... Great work!

[Liliana Wolfsong]

Thank you! I love hearing your opinions as always!

[Coyote Poetry]

You put a lot into the poem. I had to read a few times. You took the reader to many situation and places. I felt the downfall of the brother. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Liliana Wolfsong]

Thank you Coyote!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[Edward Lancheister]

i see many parable and imagery on this poem that make a beauty of words, but need more clearer point at the end of the poem.

thanks for share

[Liliana Wolfsong]

Thank you, I appreciate it!