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



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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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#33
Thank you, I wish I could do more. Next time just message me please. ((hugs))

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ethan

2 Months Ago

Haha will do
I have no words......my voice is in my awe!! Well done!!

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ethan

2 Months Ago

Thanks very much :)))
Always a pleasure to read your work, Ethan! This is absolutely beautiful! Well written, and well done

Posted 3 Months Ago


Ethan

3 Months Ago

Thank you:)))
amazing poem !!! well worded and well written. extremely mature as well !!

Posted 3 Months Ago


Ethan

3 Months Ago

Thank you very much
I really love the imagery you are able to conjure up in your writing. I get the sense here that there is a lot going on in this mind and that makes the headache even more tantalizing. Very well written :)

Posted 3 Months Ago


Ethan

3 Months Ago

Thanks :)))))
Like a headache itself, not simple to explain. I can definitely relate to the notion of not being able to escape ones self.
I like your style, the loose format but with pockets of rhyme. Nice work

Posted 3 Months Ago


Ethan

3 Months Ago

Thanks very much
Calling yourself I is brilliant!

Regards,
Al

Posted 3 Months Ago


Wow. Amazing piece. Your descriptions are powerful. Keep up the great work! Thanks for sharing with us.

Posted 3 Months Ago


Ethan

3 Months Ago

Thank you :))
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Zoe
Headaches? Never thought one could write a poem on it. Well done you! This is some intricate work.
"Stormy amalgamation of mind-shards" - that's a lovely phrase.
I can quite much relate to it. Headaches kill us...and we're still in search for the actual killer of all headaches. Great work. I enjoyed it!

Posted 3 Months Ago


Ethan

3 Months Ago

Thanks a bunch :)
Zoe

3 Months Ago

No problem
What a thing am I that I may call myself I
This line is framed very beautifully. I enjoyed reading this poem. I liked the usage or verbs in the last stanza.

Posted 3 Months Ago


Ethan

3 Months Ago

Thank you :))
Najam Us Saher

3 Months Ago

You're most welcome ☺

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Added on September 11, 2017
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Tags: poetry, fee verse, prose, pain, storm

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