A prosthesis of affinity:Parents
Gaps in our fingers fill just from the start
Your saccharine words and all fondles replay
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Golden Heart
in which I drowned from the start.
This love is present till the fire inside me dies.
You gave me life as you shouted in pain.
Nurtured me,as I turned to you like sunflowers do on a sunny day.
Guided me,through the arduous times.
Vibrant colors filling my soul
Extraordinary,riding on shooting stars
Get by us,made the most of today.
Insight and vision
Your gentle guidance;
invited me to your realm,
now we’re hollow figures high on happy pills
so much to talk – can’t fit through a crack;
we talk alongside the rails and we’re broke,yet we’re wild.
We laugh for no reason evoking our inner child.
Loyalty,she said,even at the cost of self-denial.
Best to tell the truth,without fanfare.
Having no patience for soft pines –
A woman of enormous will
A woman without apology,
Not a woman with whom you want to dispute.
A temperament God-given or adopted out of necessity.
To be free despite my frequent desire.
Afraid of what will happen when he’s gone!
Like an aquarium fish in the safety of a glass tank.
A barrier as impenetrable as it was transparent.
Unyielding confines of the existence that he constructed;
Grown accustomed to the glass ,what will happen if it breaks?
I will spill out into the wide open unknown.
As darkness cascaded the room;the blinds closed.
The light was dim
My eyes hurt from your view
Your soul’s too bright
Your touch is like water
Warmth and sugar in your heart
You pushed me in your heart and I drowned.
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Reading this poem, much like the poem itself, was a journey. I think for every one of us, the word parents mean something so entirely different. It could be someone you love right now, today, or it could be someone who rests within the vaults of our memories. In fact, it could be someone we don’t even recognize or even know. Either way, i think the way you portrayed the parents- whether that be a metaphor for something, I couldn’t tell- was with such sweet and melodious.
Our parents, as you so eloquently put it, are our nurturers, our sole guide to this harsh world. Then they change, as we all do, into something of our friend and companion. Then they become the people we have to care for. This cycle of life or the various stages were portrayed in this poem so well. I also loved how the parents were constantly kept up with the imagery of someone filled with love and warmth, because it’s so true.
I do have a question, because the fourth and fifth stanza confused me a little bit. Is the he or she still the you of the parents, that I just assumed from the title? Are there someone else? Is it even possibly the narrator voice?
Regardless this was lovely and I enjoyed it a lot!
Thank you for the lovely feedback.It really means alot!!! <3
Stanza one ,two and three is a general love portrayed for parents.Just as you put in beautiful words:"Our parents, as you so eloquently put it, are our nurturers, our sole guide to this harsh world. Then they change, as we all do, into something of our friend and companion. Then they become the people we have to care for. This cycle of life or the various stages were portrayed in this poem so well. I also loved how the parents were constantly kept up with the imagery of someone filled with love and warmth, because it’s so true."
In stanza four and five, I am actually referring to my parents or as you put it ,'the narrator voice'.
Your comment really made my day!
This was so sweet! I love that even though we are complete strangers (can we be friends?) we can bond over the immense love and care that both of our parents gave us. Isn’t it truly amazing how in our completely different experiences, we can find some commonality? Looking forward to your other works!
Highly regard your appreciation Anna! Sure, we can be friends! <3