I'm reliving a page long unturned in my mind.
I'm jerking off in my teenage bedroom.
I had seen my mother naked
in the shower…
just a mistake, a matter
of an unlocked fate - nothing really,
yet that image lingers on
as a gatecrashing life-video.
I have prayed to that blank-faced reaper,
(he with his darkly tinted tabula raza),
for a clean reset,
or at least a selective amnesia,
yet a visual memory will dissolve
only to reform again before my inner eye.
Ever since,
young Oedipus has begun to dig,
determined unto death to bury a vision.
Sixty years later
he is still hard at work.
Categories:
oedipus, poverty,
Form: Free verse
vision of her is quite vivid,
elegant in stance, style, substance,
flash of smile, arms on hip rigid!
my glance back at her was timid,
fell in love with her twice my age!!
was I shot - by cross eyed cupid?
her sharp eyes lingered on my face,
she might read my mind like devil,
walks up to me all beauty, grace!
what is the wisdom of this love?
a case of oedipus complex!
or is she eagle on a dove?
years past, will never know the truth,
both wallow in true happiness!
did her age gain or did my youth?
in romance it is always best,
to let all good things just to be,
and let fate in time put to test!
4th place
written 17/10/2020
Sponsor Constance la France
Tercets poetry contest
AxA BxB rhyme
8 syllables each line
6 stanzas
Categories:
oedipus, age, anxiety, appreciation, future,
Form: Rhyme
because daddy pulled your hair
I pampered you
saw the beauty in you too much
I let it efface reason
because you suffered, I let you
play drama queen, and gave you
the slack that I never enjoyed
but all you want to do is play.
because of your frailty
I jumped in for the rescue
enlisted a whole rescue team
but you kept letting go
rather than face the truth
you gouged your eyes
and told me that it’s impossible
for you to see, you thought
it was a good plea
for temporary insanity
but I know you better.
too smart, little girl
you see the layout of a puzzle
before you place the first piece
throw your eyes away
but don’t use that as an excuse
even the blind
can take beautiful photographs.
Categories:
oedipus, dark, daughter,
Form: Free verse
--Isn’t She a Daughter of Oedipus?--
Isn’t she Antigone? In search of a fallen prince,
who roams in the battlefield where the corpses of
defeated warriors lie gruesomely in streams of blood.
Isn’t she Antigone? In search of a sibling who was
rejected by a sightless ruined old homeless man at Colonus,
who walks through the middle of a pack of hungry wild dogs
and a flock of huge winged covetous vultures
coming together for laying carrion.
Isn’t she Antigone? For sake of a brother Polyneices’ soul,
who kneels to the ground and moves the earth with her slender fingers,
dragging an armored corpse and covers it with dirt she removed with tears.
Isn’t she Antigone? who risked her own life because of sisterly fidelity,
and, now, thrown into a hole that is deeper than Oedipus’ eye-pits
to end her anguish, a miserable life; to close her abhorrent memories, the horrible ordeals; while hearing a tender, caring voice of a wandering soul from above
“mourn no more, my troubled child
weep no more, my beloved daughter”
Categories:
oedipus, allegory, anxiety, brother, death,
Form: Dramatic Verse
On dusty roads he meets
a fearsome beast who speaks
in circles and rhymes and beats
"But Is man not the solution to the
problems he seeks?"
Now he's the hero with a throne to claim
Beside the wayside where his father is slain
And upon them the truth heavy was lain
He discovers his lady mother's neck in a chain
Upon what rocks have thee dashed thy dreams?
To what end do you escape her screams?
Driven the sight from your sore eyes
Hide ye not from the truth with more lies
Categories:
oedipus, death, mythology,
Form: Rhyme
Know thy faith
before it's too late
Go to the land where trees are filled
and there the prophecies are fulfilled
Seek for the one
...a blind man
Keep your faith
and close your eyes
for all are not lies
Categories:
oedipus, adventure, dedication, faith, hope,
Form: Rhyme