Mom is not coming home.
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She's gone to a better place.
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It was well worth hanging around
To spend time with her.
I don't regret it; but she's gone,
And the nest has dried up in the sun.
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The tree is blasted with lightning.
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The force of it knocked me to the ground,
And I've been lying here,
Watching my thoughts go by
Like clouds in the sky,
Wishing, fervently wishing,
That the lightning struck me,
Killed me instead, killed me dead.
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This is no way to live,
And no way to honor her memory.
She wanted better for me,
And I always disappointed her,
Though she was ever too kind to say so.
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I'll never stop feeling
This sadness,
This loneliness,
But there is beauty in
This solitude
I never beheld
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Until this everlasting now,
Until this neverending today,
Unto this infinite tomorrow.
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I must go,
Be the weary traveler again,
The fleeting shadow that falls
Across culture but never lingers
To be caught in its bubbling morass.
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I must be free from this
So that I become this.
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Commentary:
If we consider the title anagrammatically, we can come to understand how one might turn good to bad or bad to good. Everything turns. Every whole, every outcome, every journey, and every destination, is ultimately made of the same matter, though we might remark that it does, after all, matter, even when it doesn’t.
The poet’s task is to take matter and make it matter.
What’s the matter? Don’t you understand?
Oh, well. It doesn’t matter. Fare thee well!
About the Creator
C. Rommial Butler
C. Rommial Butler is a writer, musician and philosopher from Indianapolis, IN. His works can be found online through multiple streaming services and booksellers.
Comments (4)
that was really sad hope so you will survive better from this
The pain of losing a parent. That's one of the reasons I don't want children. I don't wanna subject them to that pain. Anyway, I hope you are okay Rommi. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
I think this is one of the most powerful things that I've ever read by you. It may not be based on fact but if it is, I'm sorry for your loss and the ensuing anagrammatic 'this'. Hope everything's okay as I sense from this anger and challenge. Hope it's just your way of working your way out of it, whatever 'it' is.
Fantastic!!! Superbly written and loved it!!!♥ ♥ ♥