B of E #21: identification from height

Frank Prem

ahum

 

ahum

 

shelter me from storms

 

ahum

 

there's a monotony that comes
from living in the tree-lined
the leafy streets that promenade
all up and down
the smallness of this tiny town

 

a figure is at the bed
in a room in a house
leaning across to bathe
the brow of a restless soul
tossing and turning
running into fever
in the drenching of a torrid time

 

singing little snippets

 

underneath her breath
like a crooning angel
ministering by mouth
at a pace that surely surely
must bring deliverance

 

baby
baby
baby

 

she sings

 

baby you'll be fine

 

your
mama's on the job

 

mama takes no prisoners
baby she'll stop dragons
from sneaking in to take advantage
mama's by your side

 

baby baby babe

 

maybe that isn't what she said
she might have sung some song about
the sinking of a boat
in the middle of a flood
while she was bathing off the sweat

 

I only know the wind blew
and shook a leafy branch
or two
up against a window
of the house that hugged the street
in a small town
dressed in brick and wood disguises

 

that every place and every one
every tree that stood the kerb-sides
was like a replica
and rising above them
in heated levitation
through a fog that yielded to clarity of sight
and identification of the patterns
of the houses
the allotments
of the avenues
the straight and the winding roads

 

that there was nothing
to choose between them

 

they are all the same
when you see them from the sky
when you kiss them all
and wave
stretching out your hand           your fingers
for goodbye

 

except for one place where a woman
reaching with a washer
croons in a low voice
singing you back
to where you are the one
truly the only one

 

baby baby
I'm calling you a way 
whispering the path

 

baby come on home

 

home

 

~

  • Author: Frank Prem (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 1st, 2018 00:07
  • Comment from author about the poem: The Book of Evenings.
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  • Goldfinch60

    This is so compelling and so lovely Frank.

    • Frank Prem

      Thank you GF.

      I have a bit of a soft spot for this piece, myself.

    • Laura🌻

      Frank,
      An outstanding write! One has to walk in someone else’s shoes to realize their journey! Not an easy task!

      ~Laura~

      • Frank Prem

        Thanks Laura. 🙂



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