Sunday, April 22, 2012

Son to Mother

I love responding to the picture prompts at The Mag, where talented poets and story-tellers abound. Tess definitely has an eye for unique art that stretches the imagination.

Alex Stoddard

Son to Mother
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson

Plant me in the mountains
at the foot of towering trees,
and I will not drown
in tears of my own making.

Box me up in my own juices;
bury me above ground,
and I’ll wrap my arms
around emerging me.

See that I’m well-watered.
Leave me with a lid, but
leave me. I am growing
into my escape plan. Please.

21 comments:

zongrik said...

growing into my escape plen -> LOL great pun


altered states

Brian Miller said...

interesting read....mine was more father to son....i like the strength of his voice...i will not drown in tears of my own making...box me in my own juices...interesting use of language in this sue...

Karen Mortensen said...

Wow.

Linda said...

Your poem has an opening line reminiscent of Carl Sandburg. It is powerful and captures the reader's interest. I could picture this poem in a poetry book. Thank you for sharing your talents here, Sue.

Judi Kucera said...

That you can visualize a poem out of a picture with such depth and feeling... what a talent!
I used to write poetry but now mine seems more appropriate to a "Sesame Street" segment!

Donna said...

Amazing that you could find a picture to go with that amazing prose! This one made me think a bit...(ouch that hurt!)Ha!

yaya said...

It's hard to let sons grow into their escape plans and leave them alone...I'm still trying to do that! Beautiful and thoughtful.

Amy said...

That picture is a little eerie. And I am amazed at your ability to create a lovely poem our of a disturbing picture. Masterful!

Grandma Honey said...

That is one boy who wants to be free...he wants to be his own man.

Karen S. said...

...an escape plan? Oh do tell more! Very nice response to such an awesome and thought provoking photo!

Grandma Yellow Hair said...

Oh my Sue I am sitting here in awe of you!
You just amaze me with your gift of words
Love ya
Maggie

Dixie Mom said...

How do you do it? :)

Pondside said...

Just amazing.

Little Nell said...

That sounds like a heartfelt plea. I wonder if mothers amongst us could actually be persuaded though. Our instinct is to nurture and enfold, not to leave our child exposed, naked and alone, even at his own request! Teenagers often just want to be left alone and you have captured this feeling brilliantly.

Kat Mortensen said...

Reminds me of the song, "If I Die Young". I love that last bit, Sue. Well done!

Daydreamertoo said...

Growing into my escape plan. Nice :)

thingy said...

Ooh, I like this one. Very nice.

manicddaily said...

First - love the song to your own mother--very sweet--

Second -- poor Son - hard to break free! K.

Christine said...

interesting poem

Sreeja said...

Sooo good...your thoughts are interesting....amazing..

Kutamun said...

Great poem Sue,!, marduk battling hard to free himself from Tiamat, as old as the hills.

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