Millard Lowe Poet Ode

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.

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Robert Lindley February 21, 2016 at 10:06 PM Excellent writing my friend. Very deep , such dark images raging along in that mental stream! A7 Millard Lowe February 24, 2016 at 10:01 AM Robert, thanks for the feedback. Sometimes, we tend to forget that Isis and company are also alive and well in Africa also; i.e. Boko Haram in Nigeria! Peace and Love, Millard.