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The Eclectic Pen - We Were Wolves

By: Eva L. (wearetrees)   + 37 more  
Date Submitted: 7/23/2008
Last Updated: 7/23/2008
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 272

  We make some tea
an intense brew
and I bumble on about books
and resin
while from somewhere above us
somewhere in between
I watch you
protecting your spoon from the desolate tabletop
feel your heart stuttering in your chest
our mutual cavern

Is it something I said
Is the bud too sweet
too smooth
Is it me at all
or is it the idea of me
my large mouth
that frightened you
stuck you
in the tender cushions
your hardworking fingertips

I used to read the saturated leaves
at the bottom of your cup
with honor
adding melody where there was none
the taste was so clean
so irrevocable
that the tremors still run through me
though it's been 2 years since I've lost the insight
since I drank the flask
too fast
neglected the seed as it went down
cracked its bitter nest between my teeth

Tell me,
is the day still a silent canvas between us
Do you remember my life in your womb
Is not the voice I think is mine
the remnants of your shuffling feet
the caress of the earth on the aching arch
those mineral mirrors lodged deep
in the circuits
the channels
of my anatomy

Remember how
I found you
beseeching the shore
eyes glazed over like
some incandescent fruit
Where do you go
when you vanish like that
when you become tiny

Oh, I say, here it is again
a message
in flight across the expanse of my spine
we still connect
we still collide
still revere
the telltale groove in our backs
the curse of the birthmark

oh those beautiful dune bugs
I fell awake with you
morning to morning
I washed your face
cheeks eyes jawline
a smiling parade
Do you ever long for me
for that place
where the deities formed chains around us
where the rivers washed over us

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Joyce M. (j3m) - 7/25/2008 6:30 AM ET
This almost sounds like a person dealing with a parent with alzheimer's? Just a guess... definitely strikes one with the sense of the suffering of a great barrier between two people who used to be in a close relationship.
Marta J. (booksnob) - 7/25/2008 9:19 AM ET
I too got the sense that this relates to dealing with a parent with Alzheimers. If so, I am also dealing with that right now and was deeply touched by this poem. It's so incredibly sad to be unable to plumb the depths of a beloved brain that no longer functions in the here and now...
Claudia (BrokenWing) - 7/25/2008 12:31 PM ET
I was also a little confused reading the poem . . . kept trying to decipher the context. Without reading the others' comments, I came to the conclusion that this was likely a poem about a child dealing with her mother's alzheimers. I don't get the title; however--what's the connection to the poem? There doesn't seem to be any connection with or allusion to wolves in the body of the poem.
Eva L. (wearetrees) - 7/28/2008 12:00 AM ET
Yes, yes and yes... This poem was a way for me to articulate in my own language (which, you've all understood, can sometimes be esoteric) the impending absence of a beloved individual. Many of the images are based on events and experiences we shared, embellished a bit by the sheen and shape of retrospection. I have since lost her, but when I recited the poem to her before she passed, her glowing eyes told me she understood, that she always has. The title alludes to a private expression she used to use to describe our voracious appetite for new experiences, for communion with nature, for gifts from the spirits, and for power from the source. We were wolves, always hungry for life. Thank you everyone for your insightful comments, and your care.
Lena S. (SquirrelNutkin) - 7/30/2008 6:59 AM ET
Your work always makes me feel so much Eva. I never know what memories or thoughts it will trigger. I truly enjoy the experience of reading your work-Thank you for that.
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