SOUND

Cherry

By EB

Wed, 03 Jun 2015
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14 comments
 

She is naked when
I find her weeping in the garage.
Car door flung wide -
I switch off the engine.

Thank you, she sobs, as if she wouldn't
have done it. I fetch a blanket
and walk her back inside. 

Every light is on. Every TV blares 
a different channel,

but there's not enough noise 
in the world to blank the voices 
that natter in her head. 
Pill pushed in hand, glass of water
and I tuck her in -

Suggest she take a shower tomorrow;
her sweat and sour hair offends 
my nostrils. 

At school, I'll worry, even knowing 
she will snore the day away. 
And by evening, we'll start over 
with the weeping, 
the talking, 
the waking and the walking
while the sane dream on.

Certificate 15
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Comments

Submitted by EB on

Hadn't noticed typo, thanks for that and for reading.

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

How sad. There are people living like this, caring continuously for others without letup. 

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by EB on

There are indeed. Invisible for the most part, especially kids.

Submitted by tibi popovici on

A daily drama, lived by some of us. I think the way you made the setup - the short conversation(perhaps there is comming the title), enough care(for a human beign) and words(great selection) - it's making this a great piece.

T.

Submitted by EB on

Thanks T.

Submitted by jolono on

Really like the way you've constructed this EB. So much said in so few words. Killer last line!

 

Submitted by EB on

Thanks jolono. Much appreciated. 

Submitted by VeraClark on

Brilliantly composed. Inherently sad - immediate thought was how does society justify kids carrying the can for parents - very approachable poetry too. 

 

Submitted by EB on

for your review. Yes, that's the question - how does society justify it? Probably because half the time they walk around with their eyes shut. 

Submitted by love_writing on

This got me, especially the last stanza..'At school I'll worry...' I remember that feeling. Poignant, emotive and effective use of the child's voice.

love_writing

Submitted by EB on

Appreciated.

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Great narrative running through your poems.  I'm completely hooked.  A complex relationship, how childhood shapes us.  

Submitted by EB on

Thanks for your thoughtful comments.

Submitted by EB on

Thanks, eds for the cherries.