Our poem

by Karla   Jul 12, 2012


She skins my pride,
I bruise her feelings
before I fall from my pedestal.
(never asked her to place me there)

She swallows my words,
choking with my anger,
I slap her ego
and it is too late
to ask respect to sit
between us.

Her eyes aren't her eyes anymore
as I try to find a manual to consult
in cases of fire but everything
is incinerated.

Can't shape the ashes into a heart:
my hateful hands tremble.
Can't climb up her altar again.
I bend with burden of my role.

I got up with her singing.
Her voice is the lament of the sea
when the wingless seagulls cry
on the shore.

She can't understand her life
dresses my infinity
neither the reason why the sun
meets the water instead of the moon
every single day.

And when our tired eyes contemplate
the sorrowful horizon,
we are unable to widen it
and stretch love.

Karla Bardanza
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  • 13 years ago

    by Alanis

    Love your emotion and depth that went into this poem. These words bring tears to the eyes of any reader. Beautiful

  • 13 years ago

    by Lioness

    This piece is quite sad Karla.

    I mean the love you feel for your daughter can be felt but there's also this division between you two that I believe you are trying to show us. I love how you have described that you tried to find a manual that you could consult but there is nothing out there that really can tell you everything you need to know about raising a child. I am sure that you are doing the best you can. I can't see you as anything but a wonderful mother who will do anything to see her daughter smile.

    You are beautiful.

    I loved how you describe that you were on the pedestl but it was not you who put you there. It made me think how others see us differently than we see ourselves.

    x

  • 13 years ago

    by L

    This is a really sad piece,
    I don't know what happened, I hope that I have misunderstood the poem, but I feel there was a disagreement between her and you.

    I picture a hurtful fight with words in the first two stanzas, and her not understanding what you are telling her.

    This reminded me of a teenager, where the teenager wants to go dancing and the mom prohibits and the teenager gets angry and feels that her mom doesn't comprehend her ( that is not what I think it happened in here) but that's just one example that came to my mind. ( like the child not understanding that whatever mom's do is for their child's well being)

    Towards the end, it seems that there is only space for sorrow and not for love. :(

    I hope I misunderstood this piece.

  • 13 years ago

    by Karla

    Yes, Abed - it's about my daughter and me.Unfortunately it is.

  • 13 years ago

    by The Prince

    'She skins my pride,
    I bruise her feelings'

    I loved this beginning. Sensual language and I thought of fruit, haha.

    I thought it started quite 'tongue in cheek' but then it expanded into something more serious. Lovely images, here, Karla. One thing though is I thought the first two stanzas were very different in tone than the rest. I'm not sure if this was on purpose but it was rather disqueting. I enjoyed it all, but I thought the transition was strange.

    '
    And when our tired eyes contemplate
    the sorrowful horizon,
    we are unable to widen it
    and stretch love.'

    We all look for freedom on the horizon, a chance to love freely yet most people are scared to 'stretch' any kind of love. They live in confinements.

    There's so many gorgeous ideas and images here that connect really well. I only just saw it now and I had to comment. It's only the first two stanzas which seem out of place

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