Simone Inez Harriman

Gold Star - 19,137 Points (New Zealand)

Mourning Gates Of Dawn - Poem by Simone Inez Harriman

The 'Garden of the Gods' is gone
Mother's death sent everything packing
To purgatory with no return address
While my world dropped dead
From lack of sugar

Evening Black Dog whisky
Has swallowed all his sorrow
Home no more is a bronze brazen bull
Basting pain and burning rage
My father roars and bellows
Trashing, smashing, bashing

Midnight shadows draw long gallows
Hanging threads of vestigial memories
Of asphyxiated yesterdays
But whisky had loosened the nooses
Father tearfully piggy-backs them back
Sorry limp and lifeless

Mourning gates of dawn
Teeter on rusty hinges
Of detachment
Tip-toeing over glittering glass
Shards reflecting a mosaic of
Knuckle punch drunk cavities
Little loopholes for lost souls
Mouth doom with such clarity

While you're stupefied and snoring on
Nail hungry floor boards
Chrysalizing in your coverall onesies
We're both turning to tombstones

Sixteenth birthdays aren't such a big deal
There's no cake or candy in Colorado
Only a glacial arctic icing
Impaled on a piked pinnacle

The Southwest Chief
Dream dances, closer
A soul lonely train horn
Heralding final departures
Calls to me to follow my heart
As Chinook the Snow Eater tom-toms by
I start drifting in that direction
In tumbleweeds of hormones
With empty pockets
And holes in my shoes

Topic(s) of this poem: abuse, death, despair


Comments about Mourning Gates Of Dawn by Simone Inez Harriman

  • Bri Edwards (4/29/2017 9:42:00 PM)


    some favorite lines:

    Midnight shadows draw long gallows
    Hanging threads of vestigial memories
    Of asphyxiated yesterdays

    and

    While you're stupefied and snoring on
    Nail hungry floor boards
    Chrysalizing in your coverall onesies
    We're both turning to tombstones ....................especially: Nail hungry floor boards

    and

    start drifting in that direction
    In tumbleweeds of hormones
    With empty pockets
    And holes in my shoes

    using the poem and the Topics (and maybe some experience and imagination as well) , i'm going to guess that this poem is about your youth [or someone else's? ? ? ] in Colorado.... [ a western state in the U.S.]....., and that you? came from an Indian/Native American family, you and/or your mother were abused by father/husband OR other life circumstances, AND after your? mom's death, and your? father's grieving/drinking binges, you? left home in a sorry condition. am i at all close? ?

    another one 'too long' for a showcase; otherwise i MIGHT use it for one.

    nice.

    in these lines:

    The Southwest Chief
    Dream dances, closer
    A soul lonely train horn
    Heralding final departures .............is The Southwest Chief Dream the name of a scheduled passenger train.............................................................which traveled in Colorado?

    and: A soul lonely train..................did you want soul or sole *****?

    - - - - - - - - - -
    *****sole: not the fish or bottom of shoe or foot! i mean the adjective, sometimes meaning only.

    bri :)
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  • Valsa George (4/22/2016 6:30:00 AM)


    The death of someone close can be shattering........... you as well as your father couldn't contain it! He sought to find solace in liquor, but it only sent him to rage. Home is no more a place of comfort with your mother's eternal departure. As a teenager, the world suddenly grew miserable for you and the journey forward becomes a challenge

    Midnight shadows draw long gallows
    Hanging threads of vestigial memories
    Of asphyxiated yesterdays................................

    What remains is a heap of painful memories! The readers too are stupefied by the frozen grief that weighs heavily! Each poem of yours is a bottomless pool of meanings and I stumble at its brink! GREAT, Simone!
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  • (3/25/2016 10:48:00 AM)


    grief takes many on an emotional free fall but you are able to put it in a poem and drag anyone who reads it along with you. I am drained after reading it,
    thanks Simone
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  • Pamela Sinicrope (1/7/2016 8:22:00 PM)


    This is also a WOW for me. Starting with the writing. I like the flow of the poem, the selection and the placement of the words makes it easy for the reader to follow the path of mourning. Amazing capture of double and triple meanings with your words, of enjambments and alliteration. This poem is a spectacle! Now for content. The speaker takes us on a grief journey that highlights the loss of a mother from the viewpoint of a daughter just going through puberty and starting to become a woman. She sees her father disintegrate in anger and alcohol while trying to figure out her own feelings and grasp those tumble weeds of hormones that throw a woman's emotions in every direction at once. The timing of this poem leaves the reader hanging off pikes peak or impaled on it with the young 13 year old in this poem. This was so much Simone! Thanks for sharing. What a powerful write. (Report) Reply

  • Ann Beard (11/24/2015 1:18:00 AM)


    Grief takes us all differently, you have a soul touching way with words. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Melvina Germain (11/11/2015 10:39:00 PM)


    I read this one time but like some poems, I need a morning read so I'll be in the morning with tea...Thus far I love what your putting down..... (Report) Reply

  • Daniel Brick (4/4/2015 10:46:00 AM)


    WOW This poem passes what another poet here at PH calls the WOW test! Often we f-e-e-l a poem before we understand it, and TUMBLEWEEDS is a prime example of that dynamic. The second time I read it the situation became clearer but it was still the emotional impact which pulled me in and kept me engaged. Your poem follows Dylan Thomas's advice in his elegy for his father, RAGE AGAINST THE DYING OF THE LIGHT, but here the rage is out of control and turns the whole place upside down with grief. And you don't try to find any consolation in
    this loss of a loved one. That may come later, I can't tell for sure. But here you sustain the passion of grief and it spills over the closing lines into the world where all of us are helpless before the fact of death.
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  • Kelly Kurt (3/31/2015 9:34:00 PM)


    I really enjoyed your poem, Simone. Thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Poem Edited: Sunday, August 6, 2017


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