October 31, 2012

• gravity’s echo

  #whimsh all righty then.  you’re lucky i didn’t try to throw in socks and death.

  59. Write a POEM about your mother.

  48. Write a POEM entitled ” Gravity’s Echo”

  41. Write SOMETHING using the line ” Everything leaves a husk.”

  29. Write a POEM using the following words: seed-pod, toes, dragon, syrup, membrane, ice

  58. Write a POEM using the words zenith, ash, tiger lilies, breath, membrane, map.

  Gravity’s Echo

  As inevitable as gravity, the passage of time

  Mother aging, relationship must change.

  A membrane, delicate as ice. cold. hard.

  On top of thousands of slights felt

  For years beyond their need.

  To this day she doesn’t know about green beans-

  Those seed-pods turn to unpalatable glob of ash

  Of how can you not know what your daughter dislikes.

  The dragon of jealousy and non-forgiveness.

  She did what she could as all mothers do.

  Syrup on pancakes, dripping off and soaking in,

  Sometimes the sweetness to the other

  Waves as tiger lilies on a sultry August evening

  And sometimes it’s the hot breath

  Of the unfeeling sun at its zenith.

  But then there was the strike of age

  That made me see the future map

  And I know that I am wrong to my toes-

  That I must be the one to mend the membrane

  Make it warm and strong because someday

  I will know that everything leaves a husk.

  The echo of intention replaces the

  Loud thud of what was perceived

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