Contemporary Ode To a Mother Crying Out To Her Children--2015

Contemporary Ode To A Mother Crying Out To Her Children…2015 Sprawled out on life’s stage, her world turns and runs river red with the blood of her children: flowing like a wandering stream. Bloated ballooned bellies mock aborted pregnancies; once luscious breasts sag in parallel union with sinking faces of lost hope. Lost hope—whirling like solitary ghost smoke of abandoned fires: abandoned fires dying in waning time. Hollowed red eyes of fleeing lovers look rearward: the wholeness of nothingness simmering; as smiling death sits— waiting and anticipating the wonted feast. Heartbeat of hope struggles— murmuring in the valleys and shadows; searching the gods’ penurious mercy. In the midst of the Dante, hazed hell, a wretched mother clings to time and history—once again. Rooted in her audacious faith, she cries out to her wandering brood in Diaspora: those liberating souls spewed from her precious womb. Scattered liberating souls—umbilical bound; destined to restore her great grand glory: With sage seasoned good courage, sagaciously she squats— awaiting the victory.