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| Kathe Kollwits: Frau mit totem Kind (1903) |
I have no need of
you;
your stillness brings
soft comfort.
Your presence smacked
of
words of wrath of
yesterdays,
words best (but not)
forgotten.
She loves me she
loves me not,
my stifling
suffocating
misbegotten mother.
misbegotten mother.
And here am I,
her fucking screwed
up progeny,
did you love me did
you love me not.
Quite frankly, I
don’t care.
Anna :o]
Mama Zen at Real Toads has us writing our thoughts (in sixty words or less) using amongst
others, the above image as a prompt.
Cheers Mama Zen!
10 comments:
What a unique interpretation of the painting. In the soft lines of a brush harshness resides. I love how two eyes see so differently. I only saw grief.
Phew! That picture demands and emotive response and you have delivered in spades.
Oh I do love this chilling yet highly emotional picture... This reminds me of one of the most chilling short stories I have read.... Sleepy by Anton Checkov .. http://www.eldritchpress.org/ac/jr/147.htm
This is a punch in the gut! Wow!
This is a feeling which we could plot its intensity pretty much like a bell curve. I've quit being concerned about my dad now but I doubt I will ever forgive him. Up to the day of his death he was blissfully off the mark, as if he was never wrong.
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There may be reasons why parents had acted the way they did. If only they are more open in telling their children so that the children might understand them better.
Hank
Completely relatable for me--a pity it takes so long to get to the knowledge--self-knowledge as well--that it holds.
Ouch! But we'll written!
A powerful poem, well done (though devastating in its way.) Thanks. k.
man - this is a gritty one. Pack a punch.
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