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In this morning's dream, you lived
in an elegant, old high-rise
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I alkso wanted to say to you: the last stanza is kinda DOA. the sort of thing you tackon for ceremonial purposes, like an anniversary luncheon. Maybe you really ended it with the previous stanza?
It was unclear to me if your mother is still living. She's in a dream, on a hill, in the clouds... and yet the present tense holds. The portrait is very vibrant, I got a picture of a real person, with good gifts. A boutique is a homely image for a woman's regime. And I could sense throyugh the poem the growing appreciation you have for her. And this is nicely balanced. Most mom poems have the snake slap or the cuddles - but not both.
this was brilliant.. a dream that hides no truths but still includes a melancholy and well controlled emotions. i guess it is never easy to admit love i difficult situations like this.. thank you for sharing HBH
Superb Poem, Max. Liked 'the voltage of your nerves charged every room in our house' and the ending in particular. Thank you.
Max, I've read this again and again and find a strange (to me) detachment in the way you have written this. The dream lends itself to impersonalization, as does the house high up on the hill. I don't sense pain here, the way I did when reading about your father...only this detachment and withdrawal. 'I salute what you've done for yourself.' There is a lot of control in this piece. Good work. Raynette
Max...I was moved by this, and I don't get moved whenever someone says mother. I like the straight forward, restrained tone of the poem, which lifts it from the threat of sentimentality. I like this better than anything else I've read of your, though I haven't read everything.
Beautiful and very warm poetic tribute to a very special, and still thriving old lady by the sounds of things!