I couldn't outrun him in the end
La Luna calls me
“Come home,”
“Come back into your honeycomb.”
I sigh a heavy sigh,
it’s time for bed
now rest your gentle head,
and treat your wounds i bled.
I couldn't outrun him in the end
La Luna calls me
“Come home,”
“Come back into your honeycomb.”
I sigh a heavy sigh,
it’s time for bed
now rest your gentle head,
and treat your wounds i bled.
Last Few Words: wrote this after a failed attempt off oxy. I ended up just feeling light as a feather and my face was a swollen fish. let me know what you think, thank you for reading.
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
Comments
I saw the sun
Hello, ember,
How are you? Your poem is both unsettling and soothing. The first stanza has an anxious feel to it - but it is also seems like an awakening, a good thing. The following stanzas are both comforting and peaceful. I wanted to watch La Luna before I commented. The reference brings so much to your poem, it's a beautiful short film. Thank you for sharing.
L
hi lavender
haha thank you. i honestly didn't know about this La Luna film until you brought it up, and it made so much sense. what a coincidence! thank you for reading*
edit: i forgot to answer this..im doing alright. hope all is well with you<3
Hi, ember
I am well, thanks! When I looked up La Luna, this short film was the first thing that popped up. After watching it, I just assumed it was the reference in your poetry, the theme being to find yourself and your own way. (It really struck me the way the little guy's hat landed just so on his head - adorable.) I hope you keep writing poetry. I find it to be a great source of healing and creativity.
Thank you!
L
I was...
thinking, that this has the ring of a family fight. Maybe about Daddy not believing that his political party lost? Being that it is a family thing, you might not be able to escape the fall-out? After going to see what "La Luna" was all about; I then put two and two together. This has an honesty that is rarely present and people often refuse to accept. Great work! ~ Geezer.
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thx geezer
what a beautiful way to interpret this poem!! it actually kind of had a more darker meaning..."i was born out of my mom with my dad not present and now ill die in the hands of my mom with my dad not present again" type beat? uhmmhaha thank you for reading