Tell Him Dear, For Your Sake

Tell Him Dear, For Your Sake

A Poem by Ethan
"

My mother is a fish.

"

Today, not unlike any other mind you, 

I seek through creaking grounds some 

Respite from my headache.

And ache it does, 

Like a great gong signaling a Chinese feast, 

Reverberating with sounds of pounding feet. 

They fall and shatter, these glass globes of crystallized thought. 

The cogs are frozen over once again, and 

When the wheels attempt to churn, they crack 

Like spinning plates of china. 


Sister or mister, 

God kiss whichever soul heals my head. 

Prescribe me something, Doctor. 

Anything, Dear Doctor. 

Have me lay as you inject my pain away. 

Help me to sleep, as you sleep. 

Help me to die, as you die. 

O Lord, what a thing am I that I may call myself I, 

As if I could be anything other than an I in the great eye 

Of my stormy amalgamation of mind-shards?


What's that? 

Who's there?

Is Papa knocking on my skull again?

Oh Papa, you know you can't come out now.

Leave me be, go to sleep.


It is not the season for reason, fellow men. In fact, it is the crux of the issue at hand. Smash it to pieces, that boring ball of reason. Every man must each shatter it inside himself so that he may be called a true man of the Everyman. A fork in the eye, a chip of the tooth; we possess no such primordial flaws. Follow me into the void, leave yourself behind. Drift simply. Simply be.


O Storm, hold me.

Wind, blow me.

Mountain, mold me.

Farmer, grow me.

Lover, loathe me.

Teacher, show me.

Father, know me,

For my head is most holy.



© 2017 Ethan



Author's Note

Ethan
I'm sorry I've been gone. I'll be sifting through read requests for a while. Any reviews would still be appreciated :)

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This one has such beautiful diction, but its definition is tricky to find. If I were to hazard a guess at what the poem is, I would probably say that it is about someone who broke down (maybe because they lost their father), and they cannot think as they used to, so they abandon reason creating a "void." They are merely afloat in their reality hoping that someone will join them and someone will know them as their father had. Excellent work.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Oh dear,that's like the best most beautiful , spectacular poem I have ever read. Thanks:D

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Wow... Very nicely written. I absolutely adore it! Keep writing!

Posted 1 Month Ago


What an amazing collection of observations about suffering thru some painful ailment . . . well-crafted & full of recognizable sensations, as well as some unusual surprising ones. This conveys the howling one feels, yet it doesn't sound whiney. Very imaginative! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Month Ago


I really enjoyed your poem, especially the way you portrayed your thoughts! You had good rhythm and imagery, keep up the good work!

Posted 1 Month Ago


Your words flow so eloquently, and I am enthralled by this. 'Prescribe me something, Doctor.
Anything, Dear Doctor.
Say it's all okay as you inject my pain away.' favorite lines. :)
-Elena

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ethan

2 Months Ago

Thank you :)
Wonderful poem. You made amazing words. Best of luck
Thanks

Posted 2 Months Ago


Amazing flow of words and thoughts. I did like the ending. The short statements held great meaning. Thank you Ethan for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 2 Months Ago


A beautifully expressed piece,I relate to your words.Keep the ink flowing ;-]

Posted 2 Months Ago


Beautiful
Love this
Heart rendering

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ethan

2 Months Ago

Thank you :)))

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