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.
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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
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| 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 grace 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 Finally a message in flight across the expanse of my spine we still connect see 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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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.
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.
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