In the gaze of the other

"My mistress' eyes are nothing…"

In the winter of our spring: Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.

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I miss you each morning and night, each time I wish you “good morning” and “good night” 

To your near feature-less face, you who once held my gaze as the world’s. 

While you pulse, the one I see slowly vibrate the skin stretched thinly across your brow, 

Your words and eyes silently speak another story. 

I miss you, mom, more each day as you, cruel tease, walk us slowly–inching us through the doorway. 

The first poem I ever published was yours–befitting the logophile you were.
A Misty Mother’s Winter Birth Song

On a Winter Solstice morning I carry wood to the fire

and stoke the arcing flame’s urge to obliterate night.

Borean breath burns those bones of trees slant ways

fueling gulps of scorching air borne to the sun’s rays.
………………………………………………
Mother-child squats and stares her eyes pierced red

wondering where the winds have taken off the dead.

Her child-mother speaks no more of willow branches.

A baby gone old too, a sooty, sallow skinned witness.
………………………………………………
Sheltering arms of her wisdom’s rock a bye morrows

I miss, her torch words of smoked images we chose.

Mother mine of childlike mind your birth was foretold.

Alit on Winter’s day, a searing blame to mothers cold.
………………………………………………
With spoken mind’s hibernation, a wintry song is nigh.

Buried deep in fiery sleep is sensor twitching sunrise.

Yet a love surrounds her misty eyed daylight slumber

as Elven sprites spark shards shot of ember’d lumber.
……………………………………………..
She is my meadow lullaby cracking the icy pines now,

a cataract covered window pane framing a faint brow.

The pitter patterned words of incantations made flesh

are a witch’s brood of progeny, a sweep of stony ash.
……………………………………………..
The shortest light of the longest night brightens a sky

she never sees anymore in wheel chaired walk a bye.

Maternal flickers of the northern lights in babies’ arms

is left the love encircling a stormy eye’s chaos calmed.

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