a mother a son

FLASHBACK

 

of this movement rehearsed

a voice decries

decaying

decade’s in masterful persuasion

 

into roots of past seeds sown

reaching the third child

her adopted son

the youngest of the two boys

still alive

 

silent is his vanishing wisdom

not from sprouted seed to tree

memories

moments

flashback

 

a journey now

again control

a force

this power of Mother

her unmuted somatic state

cruel pitiful influence

its delicate tones shatter him yet again

 

articulates deliberately

in her delightful deliveries

 

another layer of distorted distractions

attempting an untangling this

 

there life long bond

of father and son

 

despite in her fear of a loneliness

she projects her twisted pleasure

unleashed

 

PJJ

Done