Quilting Mother~ Strings Of Son

I came upon the garden of tiny bones

through a sideways bend in an alley

my feet bare, bleeding across the graveyard no one visits

the graveyard buried deepest in the barren flowerbeds of women

 

I believe I will try to make it alright

will I succeed?

 

I always wanted a son

so a son I will build

kneeling in the remnants

picking through the ivory flutes

I find the ribs that will take my lungs

the hands that ache for my skin

covering, pulling threads of ligaments together underneath

recovering the damage

 

Am I doing alright?

or am I creating a Grendel?

 

I will sew him eye lashes with my hair

in the sockets I will place a pair of gray pearls buttons from my blouse

decorate his tragedy with the dolphin ring from my navel

build him a future with my will alone

 

So soft and supple

tiny boy

my threadbare boy

my beautiful little composition of pain

in my palm

how to animate your strings?

 

In the graveyard rain never falls

except from the orbits of my eyes

into the bone boy’s mouth

filling every vein

until the organs stir

and the heart rebuilds its space with the first beat

 

Grow, my lovely!

my sonnet in embroidery

take my shawl of brilliant colors

for  your traveling cloak

rise from fragility

and death

breathe . . . .

please breathe!

 

 

 

 

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Reviews

[OT]

what a perfect picture!!!!! this is stunning - as I've told you - a brocade of heart and soul - painful - brilliant in its poignancy and depth! you cut to the bone with your words - "so a son I will build
kneeling in the remnants
picking through the ivory flutes
I find the ribs that will take my lungs
the hands that ache for my skin" -- - and "I will sew him eye lashes with my hair
in the sockets I will place a pair of gray pearls buttons from my blouse" - descriptions to envy - a little stripped back (which was the aim for this one - and so cleverly done) which adds to its rawness and intensity! and the final few lines! eesh - bravo! Edit: refuse to take any credit lol - may have added to the idea - but was all you!! ha

[Plagued Monumentally]

Wow this was a really good poem. My favorite lines would have to be:
"my sonnet in embroidery
take my shawl of brilliant colors
for your traveling cloak"

Or maybe:
"I will sew him eye lashes with my hair
in the sockets I will place a pair of gray pearls buttons from my blouse
decorate his tragedy with the dolphin ring from my navel
build him a future with my will alone"

Its a tough choice. But I loved the flow of this poem near the end, and it made me want to read more, but sadly there wasn't anymore left once I reached the last stanza. D:

100/100

[Ed Hart]

right after 'please breathe' i realized i wasn't breathing

[w2de35657u687y4324rf]

The aspects of physicality were very well written in this piece. You feel close to flesh and blood when you read this. I sort of felt that the creator had an attraction towards the creation-- like a sexual attraction. Perhaps it was the use of words, but I found it somewhat odd as the creation was named "son" and the creator "mother". Still, it was a lovely piece. Great job. 100/100

[Lachenille Papillion]

For so many reasons, all of which you know, I have no words for this one... to the velvet center of me, this poetic seeps, in degrees of angst and beauty so intense, I will never willingly let it go, not even to exhale...
hugs

[Robin]

soul deep ~