The world is a small and beautiful place when the wonders of technology allows two women, both mothers and both writers, to connect in a MOOC called ModPo13 (coursera.org) and discover a certain beauty in the words they share. The following is a guest poet from said encounter.
Mother’s Change
Maybe it was heat
altered her,
or maybe it was
life led through
others, those children
Husband to
whom she’d given too much. It was
Change in
her, one revealed
loss of her
Self heightened by
empty spent
feeling flashes sweating reminding her
Age was
winning, her curves now took different
Paths.
She fluffed
clean sheets over
tired bed,
beating back heat inside her, wondering if she’d ever
feel cool
again, if young friend of her daughter, one who
flirted
shamelessly with her, found her
sexy or if he
thought her ridiculous for flirting
back for
wanting to be wanted she having watched her husband relishing his
temper in
private, channeling energy of their arguments into
bed,
connecting to specter of passion inside
Intensity.
She wanted to
feel alive, but she felt just loss, those
years bloated
like changes she’d vowed to make, still
dormant, drowning
in sameness, dragged under by
Weight of
duty, she snapped hard corners of
bed sheets,
rage building at invisible reasons, words
uttered to
empty rooms, bouncing off dashed
hopes. She
wanted to hate him, but she knew back then
Wives do this,
life doesn’t
Belong to
women.
© Copyright 2013 Lori
Widmer. All Rights Reserved. No part of these poems, prose, thoughts, or lines
may be reproduced in any manner without the express written consent of the
author, except in cases of brief excerpts in critical reviews and articles.
Lori is a professional freelance writer and blogs at www.wordsonpageblog.com
Tune in this week for an interview with Lori about her poem.
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