Mother's Day

[Truth Iscariot]

I didn't even visit your grave.
I told myself,
"You pussed out on that pain"
"You know which one"
Searching
For that little marker with her name
Finding
Cold dirt, in place of her smiling face
And when that reality hits!
Bricks! To cheek, brow, and lip
Your psyche bruised on impact
Of the Revelation
She's really gone....

..
...

Damn.

Realization is like losing you all over again.
I always make pretend when my mind drifts
You faked it all and moved to Cuba.
Paris, Venice, Bermuda.
Even Berlin. I recall tales of my mom, the army brat
Living in Deutschland. But not long enough to master German.
So these fantasies make sense...
Right?

It's just a way to cope. How I learned to revive hope.
I have to put this all in scope
Who wants to spend Mother's Day without a Mother?
After 20 odd years of Father's Day without a Father
It's odd the Patriachs abscence bothers little unlike that of the Matriarch.
I recall nothing but happiness in my Fatherless childhood. I had my mama and Grandma.
I had women in my life who surpassed stereotypes of broken homes to make a man
And now both those Angels lay beneath the feet that I stand on...
Damn.



This hurt is everyday. This hurt is memories.
Your love sings from the past - A haunting symphony
I simply can't escape the way
I miss the bliss of distance
From the Reaper, whose persistence will best us all one day.
Seeing it is knowing. Flower throwing at the casket lowering.
The gift of a last look before it's closing.
"Good-Bye."
As if I truly got the chance to say it.
This closure is false.
They murder your wallet to do things right and send them off well.
Fallacies come at too high a cost. Anger swells at the thought.
Gone is Gone.

There's no true ending to this. Just me here yearning to hear a voice I never will again.
My mom was more than protector and nurturer
She was my best friend.
In her absence, I swear, it's like no one understands
I know she would. I saw her battle the same depression when Her Mother passed.
Both deaths so sudden. My mother was neglected the chance to say farewells as well.
She couldn't beseech that last bit of guidance
That void birthed uncertainty in herself.
I lived the same. I can tell.
It's in my brain. It's in my DNA.
We pass down sorrow.
Heriditary predisposition
It's our human condition.
To live finite lives. Behaving in an 'infinite' way
Taking for granted our tommorows
And dwelling on our yesterdays.

[Emily]

Wow, Truth, this was amazing.
It was such an emotionally driven piece, certain elements of it popped right off the page.


I didn't even visit your grave.
I told myself,
"You pussed out on that pain" lol, I shouldn't laugh, but I've never heard that word (pussed) being used in a piece like this before.
And for me, it works.
"You know which one"
Searching
For that little marker with her name The scene is set well.
Finding
Cold dirt, in place of her smiling face Great imagery Truth.
And when that reality hits!
Bricks! To cheek, brow, and lip Ohhhhhhh what a line! What a line!
Your psyche bruised on impact
Of the Revelation
She's really gone....

..
...

Damn. Stunning pauses just there ^^ and nice pace with the word 'Damn'. Yeah I like that a lot.
That eerie silence in between lines is warranted and imo does wonders for the atmosphere of the piece.

Realization is like losing you all over again. The meaning of this line holds a lot of ground. Its a good line.
I always make pretend when my mind drifts
You faked it all and moved to Cuba. love this. so breezy the way you write. so smooth and simple and easy.
Paris, Venice, Bermuda. And the rhyme hits the spot. Gotta love ....Bermuda.
Even Berlin. I recall tales of my mom, the army brat
Living in Deutschland. But not long enough to master German.
So these fantasies make sense...
Right? And the asking of a question right at the end here is gold. The single word 'Damn' above and the word 'Right?'
fall perfectly at the end of those stanzas. The cherry on top kind of perfect.

It's just a way to cope. How I learned to revive hope. Niiiiice.
I have to put this all in scope
Who wants to spend Mother's Day without a Mother? Wonderful the way its worded.
After 20 odd years of Father's Day without a Father Omg, brilliant lines. Slap in the face reality here.
Your creative diversity serves you well. I've never seen a piece like this before from you Truth.
It's odd the Patriachs abscence bothers little unlike that of the Matriarch.
I recall nothing but happiness in my Fatherless childhood. I had my mama and Grandma.
I had women in my life who surpassed stereotypes of broken homes to make a man
And now both those Angels lay beneath the feet that I stand on...
Damn. I like it. The full stop after a full stop.
Amazing reflection Truth. It comes off as so sincere, so organic.
The emotions seeps out, and the style you have going works effortlessly.
Water off a ducks back. Smooth as butter.

This hurt is everyday. This hurt is memories.
Your love sings from the past - A haunting symphony Lovely soft rhyme backing up powerful wording.
I simply can't escape the way
I miss the bliss of distance oh my. thats great.
From the Reaper, whose persistence will best us all one day.
Seeing it is knowing. Flower throwing at the casket lowering. Wow. You've got each brick holding up the entire building with every single
one counted for. As a whole you keep the imagery alive because of your consistent brush strokes where this painting is concerned.
The gift of a last look before it's closing. I like the use of the word 'gift' in this line. It's not something I expected but I think it works well
at really sinking its teeth into the misery and reality of the situation at hand.
"Good-Bye."
As if I truly got the chance to say it.
This closure is false.
They murder your wallet to do things right and send them off well.
Fallacies come at too high a cost. Anger swells at the thought.
Gone is Gone. Every line seems well built to me. It seems sturdy and hardy and
full of conviction and with an elegant stance.

There's no true ending to this. Just me here yearning to hear a voice I never will again.
My mom was more than protector and nurturer
She was my best friend. I think you're driving the scene really well. You're able to get to the
fundamental core, pulling heart strings where human struggles are concerned.
In her absence, I swear, it's like no one understands ugh, this kills me. this line kills me.
I know she would. I saw her battle the same depression when Her Mother passed.
Both deaths so sudden. My mother was neglected the chance to say farewells as well.
She couldn't beseech that last bit of guidance
That void birthed uncertainty in herself.
I lived the same. I can tell.
It's in my brain. It's in my DNA.
We pass down sorrow. Wow. These lines are solid.
They're high powered and dynamic.
Heriditary predisposition interesting.
It's our human condition.
To live finite lives. Behaving in an 'infinite' way Very cool.
Taking for granted our tommorows
And dwelling on our yesterdays. Great outro.


Truth, I loved this.
I thought you wrote so clearly/honestly. Your words sounded genuine and heart felt.
There was a mighty power from a to z that carried the reader all the way through.
At stages I found it forceful and then it balanced again somewhere in the middle of 'such is life'
before shooting its eloquently written opinion again to a scene that cut like a knife.
Impressive story telling. Influential, passionate and dramatic.
You've still got it.
You never lost it.


Great Read.


Thank you.

[Sammy]

i would love to quote my fav part but i'd have to quote the whole piece. Dude this was amazingly potent. What i love about this piece is the way you really examined in depth human experience. i've always been a proponent of writings examining life's experience and the way you used death as a catalyst to explore the different dimensions of grief (emotion, psychology, physiology) is what really made this a dope piece. You were able to take a look at something so complex by using common dictions. stuff like this..

She's really gone..

thats powerful to me. its a statement, but a statement of humanistic experience, u know? I didnt' need elaborate metaphors.


the way the second stanza used a travel theme as a way to express denial was very clever. really dug that and it opened up with another very poignant statement:

Realization is like losing you all over again

very worthy of a nom.

[Truth Iscariot]

Thank you both for the kind words and the read!

[Fatrick Swayze]

An I just tell you this reminded me of my grandmother. Man this deep
Each line just took me back to all the stories my grandmother used to tell
Me about her travels. Man that was a trip, on top of that it also reminded
Me of that awful fact I don't visit her as much. No knock on your poem bro
Because I feel like if a poem makes you feel like this it's a good thing.

Thanks for this.