A Poetry Showcase Award submission
Mother and Child
Suffering intruded into
the cold transparency
of my lone soul.
The little lips of my child
moved like talking
and spread blistered words,
those words not being able
to save anything around.
My round, red kiss
has dissolved into
the blue of his tears
to make them disappear.
The silence couldn’t absorb
any new inner scream—
a missing father.
Our trees were too moistened,
too crooked, and too transparent
for the rain. In the fall,
the sun was not visible at all,
nor did it long for
some birds in that flurry
screaming, sobbing, and smashing
everyone over the head.
Violence against
feelings is not a struggle
for freedom. Broken knees
managed to break free
and to flee to what they ought to
have been all. She wanted his suffering
to cease, but his little soul
had a strong will
to enclose hermetically.