11.19.2017

Happy Mother Goes Missing

They found her car
door ajar
blood snaking
across a gravel lot
in a mysterious rivulet
petering out like hope

Once we forget
she’ll rise
with no cliché
set about righting wrongs
the old-fashioned way
lie for lies
and universal requiting

#19 of 30 Poems in November to benefit the Center for New Americans. Today’s theme is BLOODSHED. This was also inspired by Brendan’s DOORS prompt in the Imaginary Garden and am sharing with the Toads!

7 comments:

  1. The poem is a "mysterious rivulet / petering out like hope" -- which rouses from that moor a predilection for justice. I'm rooting. The balance of mist and might is finely wrought.

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  2. My goodness Marian! This is incredibly haunting right from "in a mysterious rivulet petering out like hope" and oh "she’ll rise with no cliché set about righting wrongs the old-fashioned way." Beautifully executed!

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  3. How we quickly forget...
    and justice might come and we will not like it.
    Anna :o]

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  4. The first stanza really allowed me to weave a story of my own (especially with the title in mind)... and maybe justice will come (we could just hope)

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  5. Reminds me of that old song... Woke up this morning and my momma was gone...
    Could have been anything that took her away.

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    1. OMG! Chirpy chirpy cheep cheep!!!
      I think about that song all the time. So funny you made that connection. xoxo

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  6. I used to feel this way when my girls were teenagers. Yes, I thought about that long car drive, random blood, and no body. lol Escape!

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