Lesson

[Delta40]

Surrender to
A Mother yearning for her lost child.
She is so weak but I am always mistaken.
On the verandah my childhood cradle
rocks silently in the gentle breeze.

It matters not that I have trodden this path.

Running uphill
The sodden pages of ideals are torn,
snatched by hungry feeders.
My belly is free to fold, to dance
to gestate new life overnight.

It matters not how you thrust me against a wall.

Quickly now
before all dreams turn to ash.
I think of her while she sleeps;
when her fastenings have come undone.
Lightning strikes and the bough bends.

It matters not that tomorrow all will be green.

Rising slowly
Smiling in the midst of a torrent.
Beneath the effort of each step
I emerge from the thicket,
bearing a lantern with these careworn hands.

It matters not that I am alone.

[miyako73]

I can't restrain myself but comment. Bravo! You're back. That's what I'm talking about. I read it thrice. If one of my poems influenced you to write this, I'm glad. Your flow, your voice, your poetry are back. I can feel the heart. I can fathom the soul. Good job!

[Delta40]

Thank you Miyako. However you comment on my poetry, I always appreciate your feedback x

[Jerrybaldy]

A Motherhood dirge. I particularly liked the repetition of the lines beginning "It matters not..."

[Mohammad Ahmad]

OK! I think now you are going in the straight way

[Delta40]

Thank you.

[virtuoso]

The Oedipal complex has been reincarnated in you! However, if the Rooting complex takes hold, then you must see a doctor immediately. Just funnin ya! A cracker of a poem. I love how the landscape is meshed with your childhood dreams. Ah the reality of dreams!

[Delta40]

I've been going through a dry spell so it was good to squeeze this out!