la la lu
la la lu
oh my darling
star sweeper
i’ll sweep a star for
you
little one
your mother
she has plunged into
death’s underwear
he holds her to his sex
she is his
jewels
his scent
is chilly
like the wind
that now speaks
to your sleep
you stare back
as if you understand
as if she is still near me
still singing
to your
rocking flesh
and come morning
i will feed you
her stardust
and grow your daisy head
in my lily garden
sweet one
it wasn’t
you
she fought like an oiled bird
the snakes in your cereal
she downed three men
with her eggs
spat out cups and dinner
too
but got
lost
trying to tie
your left
shoe
she has gone to the market
then tea with walt whitman
dinning with simone and sylvia
she’s in china and america
with ten shiny dimes
but no
phone
baby three
think kindly
of her
her bones have returned
to the moon
they swell as one light
so as dusk turns to night
she can touch
your church
your bell
how they chime inside her
through and through
and perhaps
if you nap
i’ll take you back
back to her waiting blue
i can’t sing her song
but she’ll hum along
this lullaby
just for
you
la la lu
la la lu
la la lu
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Author notes
for ethan...
Please tell me what you think
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her bones have return -- have returned, tal vez?
Just reading what this about in your comments makes this so much deeper -- not that the poem itself is a flat piece of shit or anything, but it's intensifying and just sad in the most beautiful of ways.
-Cristina
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Thanks for the wonderful comment and the sharp eye.
Have edited.
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I was captivated by the first stanza because it reminded me of the wallpaper for "Berceuse". It's an unusual piece with its macabre and literary touches, and it also makes me catch my breath since it seems so personal with its dedication to someone whom I am under the impression has lost his mother. I liked the scattered rhyme and the lulling repetition of the timeless la la lu. Thank you for this berceuse.
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Thank you, dearheart for your marvelous comment. Yes it was inspired by my little brother (whose mother passed away last year of cancer) when he told me he wanted to go to America cause that's where he was told his mother was residing. He said he wanted to go find her and play with her...
But again, I thank you for the kind comment.
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innocent yet creepy, like japanese kids in horror movies
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I really like this one out of you. I think it's because of how you were incorporating this kind of lullaby sound to it with the la la lu. I think that's what really made the whole thing sound pretty when I read it and it probably helped me find your pacing for this too. It's really clever. You did a great job.
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