Sympathy and the Unknown
January 20, 2013 9 Comments
another life
a different person
a shower spraying
down hateful water
pounding little female flesh
tears with reverie
wet shameful memory
how could a progenitor
become a traitor
to their child
asking repeatedly
knowing there will be
no answer
there were signs through
the darkness
you do not remember details
but there were signs
angst and sex
intermingled
lust and fear
and still the water drips
the spicket, relentless
if only
if only
it was not so
About Sean Lynch
I have a feeling Sigmund Freud would enjoy a session with you. Great poem, by the way. Very visual.
Whys that? And thank you.
all the sexual references and just generally how dark your poem is. but for a guy like me, it’s great stuff.
Very eloquent and visual. Lovely.
I don’t see the eloquence but thank you kindly for the compliment.
You’re very good at this.
Funny thing about poems that tell stories – they don’t really. They suggest them to the imagination. But they leave the details where the devil lives safely undisclosed.
Thanks, I just need some help on which ones I should submit to places and where.
I agree with you wholeheartedly, and that is why they are my favorite kind of poetry… most of the time, if it is done right.
It’s not always easy to pull off. The trick (I think) is including enough details to give reality while leaving it open ended enough for a reader to play.
Sadly, I’ve never figured out the whole submission game.
If the water continued to trickle, always out of or into maybe never discover one’s personal truth. I mean, distraction very nice for a good amount of time but when you take the dis out of it and leave attraction I, at least know its authenticity at once. I choose what I do next. I remind myself it’s a critical choice. Not giving life lessons. Just thinking out loud. Very pleasantly surprised by your ability to write WELL.