Sweet fallout

Sweet fallout

A Poem by Frontier

Mother of rain
womb of glass
My father was attending
the last mass
Mother of God
let's drink your
blood
and never count the days
Mother of God
Where is my father?

In your arms so warm
I feel my timeless constitution
and a black destitution

That smile that runs for miles
Dripping long, long longing
coming in waves
the ghost will behave
It's fitness, deep and blue
I'm a witness
of another hue

Sweet fallout
dream blackout
coming across as static
this heart is 
a statue,
a monument, erratic

Original mechanism
I don't live with it
black tide will swallow
ebbing and flowing
above the white expanse
Me, red thunderbolt
Orchestra of feeling
Heir to death, reeling

I'm here with
the mother of God, 
If God
wished for mothers
why did he 
give us brothers
Why aren't you happy
in your pink cell
you must've broken
the spell

© 2014 Frontier


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I REALLY enjoyed the opening. Wow.

Mother of rain
womb of glass

Womb of glass I think sets the tone to this piece. This poem is a bit strange in that it seems like a prayer/incantation to the gods, but it's a little hostile and venomous.

Mother of God, let's drink your blood

Yes, it may refer to the feminine version of the eating of body, drinking wine at mass, but it can also stand for sacrificing 'virgins' to appease the gods, a more Aztec notion of god and metaphysics.

Me, red thunderbolt
Orchestra of feeling
Heir to death, reeling

I love the "heir to death". It's in exactly the right place, and makes an impact. It's right in the middle of a semi-ecstasy, which reels in the reader/ecstatic vision back to terrain like a church bell.

The part I didn't think was necessary was the entire last stanza, especially the "Im not kidding." That totally shatters the tone, IMO, and I don't think belongs. I think the poem would end with more thunder if you end it with the previous stanza, but again, that's just me.

Anyhow, you give the reader a lot to munch on, but honestly, I'm not entirely sure how to come away with this...is this calling for the feminine, and if so, is it the healing feminine represented by Mary, or describing the more destructive realities of the feminine furies?.....



Posted 9 Years Ago


Frontier

9 Years Ago

You know, going back I do agree with that last stanza. It does seem abrupt.
I appreciate you .. read more
i am very taken by this piece, and am still digesting it...
the imagery is masterful, the wordplay intriguing...

will be back to it for further pondering...

Posted 9 Years Ago


Frontier

9 Years Ago

Thank you, Jacob.

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Added on June 20, 2014
Last Updated on August 9, 2014
Tags: mind, soul, spirit

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Frontier
Frontier

Puerto Rico



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