Deeply lost in the labyrinth of my mind
I come across a young infant
with the body of a child
but only a skull for a head
crawling inside my noggin
while dragging around
a fuzzy fringed teddy bear.
The infant movements
are swift and simple,
but unleash a trail of
bubbly putrid black petals
that oozes out from
mourning black diaper.
I crouch meditatively
to the crawling child’s level
and the skull looks up
where I gaze to my surprise
to see a little youtube video
screening inside the sockets
before my stunned eyes.
This brief detail video
showed the last moment
of this lost soul
Being struck
in repetitive succession
By a man who was not ready
To assume the role
of PAPA bear.
Now I have become
a vessel, a peace coffin
for this infant
to crawl and wander
trying to find heaven’s door.
Author notes
http://cnews.canoe.ca/CNEWS/Canada/2009/02/02/8240556-cp.html
inspired me
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Comments
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this is
amazing, with the word choices and the imagery, you have narrated a fantasy for us, very nicely done!
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OMG! Wow - The imagery is excellent throughout this poem of yours! You descriptions you have created and shared with us take us to another world - a dreamworld - with you. I was enthralled by it and could almost see it (which was a little bit freeky - infants with no face/just a skull - weird).
Well doneon this poem, I really enjoyed reading it!
SARAHD -
I am glad I visited the link above to know where you got your prompt as the poem is very dark with surreal images...One thing is for sure, you are carrying some mourning in you for this child as you end this write The father accidentally ran over the child....But the life of the child so innocent was taken....You have painted a very sobering image here.....Deep write
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