Why I Love Unmasking Night--Poem Based on a Picture
It is quiet.
No one to ask me to scream.
Just me and my heart.
No loneliness. No pain.
The solid strength of Earth.
Mother has left me here. To imagine.
There are stars. Rockets to escape.
Someday I will make her pay.
The walls have no fists.
I can draw with my fingers.
Loving your warmth against me.
We will stop this for eternity.
But we are just two.
Me and my heart.
Hungering for love.
I feel your strength. Love the play
of escape, of silence, of touch
so many giggles, so many creatures
come to my hand, come to your hand.
I would give you all that, the future
the night lands, the creatures
the rockets, the protection from hurt
except you took your knife
cut my throat, believing me your mother
instead of being alone with my heart
the crying plundered Earth
the coins slipping through your fingers
for the snort of unhealthy alliance
to enliven the night.
No one to ask me to scream.
Just me and my heart.
No loneliness. No pain.
The solid strength of Earth.
Mother has left me here. To imagine.
There are stars. Rockets to escape.
Someday I will make her pay.
The walls have no fists.
I can draw with my fingers.
Loving your warmth against me.
We will stop this for eternity.
But we are just two.
Me and my heart.
Hungering for love.
I feel your strength. Love the play
of escape, of silence, of touch
so many giggles, so many creatures
come to my hand, come to your hand.
I would give you all that, the future
the night lands, the creatures
the rockets, the protection from hurt
except you took your knife
cut my throat, believing me your mother
instead of being alone with my heart
the crying plundered Earth
the coins slipping through your fingers
for the snort of unhealthy alliance
to enliven the night.
Published by Sheri Fresonke Harper
Sheri works as a freelance writer, novelist and poet. She worked in the aviation industry at the Port of Seattle and Boeing Company for 20 years as a systems analyst/architect where she edited and wrote over... View profile
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7 Comments
Post a CommentWhat a great poem. Very deep. Lots of emotion. Vibrant language.
bravo!
Shocking ending!
wonderful poem
Your poetry is beautiful and so profound!
Deep one, Sherri!
Wow. Very deep and penetrating imagery. I have never looked at night quite like this, but then my imagination keeps me away from the night, because I am afraid of the dark in most circumstances. Ironic huh?