A mother�s prescription

A mother’s prescription

 { To Renee (Pres of Baby James Foundation), my friend, dearest.}

 

Sewn lips.

She cannot tell.

Failed words storm the window of heart.

Eyes have all the water

                             Ever flowed under this bridge.

She pouts at her wavy figure,

A disturbed reflection upon filthy river.

Her lips cannot part.

Her body can remember

The crooked fingers Into Her

Touches that goes beyond skin or flesh

Touches from world apart

                                 From an under world of hellish glee.

What will she

                                If, at all, ever do?

 

A filthy creek to jump

As an unknown and untimely departure

       (she has seen on T.V.)

Or

Tell to a tree as per her mother’s advice!

A tree, which cannot do anything, dies.

Reviews

[DeletedUser]

I like this alot. It makes me think. I enjoy the way you've used words like filthy and crooked to help create a dark imagery.

[Melanie Jane Boicourt S..]

That is so deep. It is a mother with a secret I think. I see the picture of her looking at her distorted reflection off of the bridge into the water. I understand that she cannot talk about something but I do not know why. Is it a secret or is it just too horrible to speak of out loud? The questions that this mysterious poem arises in my mind. Shall I ask the tree to tell me?
Very good write.
I loved the analogy of the filthy river creating the cricked reflection.

Favorite part:
"Eyes have all the water
Ever flowed under this bridge.
She pouts at her wavy figure,
A disturbed reflection upon filthy river.
Her lips cannot part.
Her body can remember"

I love how this paints a picture in my mind.
Love All, Mejasha