Post by Kate Burnham on Jan 25, 2018 17:50:52 GMT
Revised for end-rhyme scheme and POV. I used terza rima (aba bcb cdc...), but obviously did not even try to reformulate this into iambic pentameter.
"Mother, did it need to be so high?"
Asks herself—are you ready to incinerate,
Burn yourself in your own flame,
Create something bright, green, inviolate,
from
Demolished refuse, dead char, from shame?
Euphemism.
Frailty in the desiring, in a name.
God, she, mother, loved only in aphorism.
Had a child to save a marriage.
Inception as conception, twisted in symbolism,
Joking about immaculate sacrilege.
Kicks herself for loving anyone or anything.
Love
Moving between pillars of adult childhood, no bridge.
Nostalgia, desire—Giono says there is no joy living.
O God—she used to pray to You.
Prayer like a wand passing over the deep—abracadabra-ing.
Questions tapping into a woman-child’s heart—trust few.
Radical child, she started out that way—
Saying things children shouldn’t, The Turn of the Screw.
Tempted: when our Gods remain silent like walls, why pray?
Ubiquitous silence, walls she built alone.
Veritas supersedes morality, Nietzsche voted yea.
Worlds collapse built on beaches of mortality, broken bones.
Xenophobia persists since humans don’t live very long.
Yea, we all lost God when we lost our mothers, unknown.
Übermutter—overbearing but not strong
enough. Thus spake
Zarathustra.
"Mother, did it need to be so high?"
Asks herself—are you ready to incinerate,
Burn yourself in your own flame,
Create something bright, green, inviolate,
from
Demolished refuse, dead char, from shame?
Euphemism.
Frailty in the desiring, in a name.
God, she, mother, loved only in aphorism.
Had a child to save a marriage.
Inception as conception, twisted in symbolism,
Joking about immaculate sacrilege.
Kicks herself for loving anyone or anything.
Love
Moving between pillars of adult childhood, no bridge.
Nostalgia, desire—Giono says there is no joy living.
O God—she used to pray to You.
Prayer like a wand passing over the deep—abracadabra-ing.
Questions tapping into a woman-child’s heart—trust few.
Radical child, she started out that way—
Saying things children shouldn’t, The Turn of the Screw.
Tempted: when our Gods remain silent like walls, why pray?
Ubiquitous silence, walls she built alone.
Veritas supersedes morality, Nietzsche voted yea.
Worlds collapse built on beaches of mortality, broken bones.
Xenophobia persists since humans don’t live very long.
Yea, we all lost God when we lost our mothers, unknown.
Übermutter—overbearing but not strong
enough. Thus spake
Zarathustra.
