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Postcard to Mommy's Darkness





mommy swingshifts sullen moue
of empty mouth, fills it full
of melancholy melody
in the hush-shush of lullabye


pressing palm to blanket
so soft in baby-boy-blue
caresses it tenderly, yet
looks straight through me


six full moons have heard
her bones creak with ache,
though the summer sun shone
its warmth left her cold


we both wish her heart
was not so dark or bigger
than anything that could be bandaged
or placed in plaster of paris
to heal in stages as time
knits bits of painful pockets
into the hollow space


if i could speak
i would whisper-choke-throat
my voice across every line
of language,
every dial-direct-dialect
until she could hear
i am at peace
on the astral plane


nursing every colourfully crooned
loving syllable sung
to the space
i left in her universe














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  • silverfish
    November 17, 2008

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    not bad. not bad. the verse and ink flow black in your bleak missive from the bipolar regions. the emotions keen, and there are some notes of grace to give the reader hope. -silverfish


  • Fritz O skennick gold member
    October 21, 2008

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    Breath taking!!!

    Love this...
    The darkness flows eliquently within the narrative & flow of the piece...
    Also loved the double edged typo in lullaby that opened up a new direction in its message (at least thats what I got from it)
    As always, a beautiful write that didn't fail to move me & keep me enthralled throughout...
    Well penned, well versed, Well Done!!!

  • tara wilson gold member
    October 15, 2008
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    I feel such a sense of being at peace in this poem...after much struggle, though...I feel like you are leaving things behind to a better place of understanding..and want to tell her. I love this...I love your hyphenated words...so creative, I love your voice..every stanza is so good...thanks so much for this entry


  • charcoal
    October 7, 2008

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    I feel her sadness and the helplessness of the (dead?) child. who can only watch





  • csmmoms2
    October 3, 2008
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    Touching

    To be a mum...the stars search for such stuff.
    TTFN


  • LadyUnique silver member
    October 2, 2008

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    wow! 'whisper-choke-throat' and 'dial-direct-dialect' are the perfect words and the hyphenation emphasizes intensity.
    wish i'd of wrote this


  • apropos
    October 2, 2008
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    so good! thought provoking and very deep.


  • zochit2me gold member
    October 2, 2008

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    I love the way this makes me feel...
    Calm and serene like a memory cell opened and then closed after a brief stay...I am sure that sounds silly to you, but this has personal meaning to me.

    six full moons have heard
    her bones creak with ache,
    though the summer sun shone
    its warmth left her cold...Six full moons hearing bones ache...such imagery here.

    to the space
    i left in her universe...perfect ending!

    You write with depth and insight...that's what I love about your writing. That and so much more.

    ♥Becky♥


  • LionSwanLover
    October 2, 2008

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    This is beatuiful in the tiny hopeful voice of someone who has moved on to bigger and better things... but it also speaks of the kind of loss one never fully recovers from. Wow, Yvette- this is pretty powerful stuff, and penned with eloquence and grace. Nicely done.

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