Saturday, August 21, 2010

OBELISK MOON



Obelisk moon,
suspended in the sky
like a seven-months
pregnant woman
gliding by,
four times I sailed
proud and serene,
like you,
small voyagers
aswim in a sea of dreams
all safe within.
I tacked and drifted
set the mainsail fast
those sunny days
we thought would
for forever last

How I dreamed
such simple dreams
of happiness:
the future such
a whole and shining thing
life's songs
all waiting there
for them to sing
joyously
like laughing lovers
in the sun
and be happier than I
when I was young

Now one son laughs
and lives his life
and one son weeps
in a maze from which
he cannot find his way
One daughter struggles
but goes on,
one daughter sweeps
from depth to wave-peak
in a single day
four small precarious passengers
hanging on
without the chance to choose
to a mother
they are so afraid
to lose

And I?
My heart still sails
through seas sublime
my compass pointed firmly
towards a hope
that I would keep
but all the time
a nightwatchman
lives on board
who never sleeps
and I wait
for that call
that knock in the night
to sound again
that is my world
come crashing down
in pain

My heart lives now
four other hearts inside,
their journeys become
my journey
and it is a bumpy ride

32 mother's days
sailing by so fast
on this sea of hope
where nothing ever lasts
days of unbearable beauty
unbearable sorrow
the best gift:
my children,
all alive
tomorrow.

4 comments:

  1. Wonderful poem, Sherry...I love the whole sailing analogy. And you've so perfectly captured the quandry of motherhood...the 'days of unbearable beauty' and 'unbearable sorrow', that have us at their mercy as we struggle to get our children, and ourselves, through each day.

    Beautifully written piece...

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  2. Beautiful Sherry...
    Bittersweet.. such is life! and as a fellow moon and sea lover.. I love your analogies..

    Just popped over to say congrats on your win at Ellie's and have a great weekend.. xxx Julie

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  3. brilliant, sherry! my hair stood on end all throughout the poem... it is so evocative and descriptive...

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  4. Written around mother's day.....thanks, kids! Thanks for reading and commenting:)

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