Where's Your Tambourine Now, Sleeping Bear? Poem by Lisa Zaran
Where's Your Tambourine Now, Sleeping Bear?
some will be swallowed
by their mothers.
some will outlive their daughters.
far across the waves,
the cry of the gulls,
the red sun,
as if in a dream,
rises to fill an empty sky.
nightmares.
i am being haunted.
ho hum, here come
the crushing ghosts.
the spirit knows
what the body refuses
to know.
the ghosts come in,
heaving their milk-white skin,
i said, heaving their milk-white skin.
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4/26/2024 6:09:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I don't 'get' all of it, but each line sounds profound to me. And I get a feeling this piece is written with quite a bit of awareness. The lines seem artful, and I'm not sure why, but I also like the repetition of the last line.