The sands of the drought whirl in my face
As I quest for my mother in another's embrace
It stings and it bites and makes my eyes water
As I fruitlessly wade through Oedipal fodder
While trudging and slogging and soldiering on
Through days long distant from when we'd been young
Forcing things forward with a hole in my breast
As words of the fates only echo in jest
Through blasted out buildings with the stillness of bones
That mocks sister's laughter and the heart of our home
So blood caked feet and bloodier hands
With a lunar persistence that despair understands
Slinks on in cartwheels across burning sand
With a staff that was taken from a crazy man's hand
Blind to the warnings of the damned and the dead
Towards nothing but the hope of hope up ahead
A twisted up version, an Oedipal brother
Who in other women keeps looking for mother
Does sting and bite and make my eyes water
With a need to be loved as much as her daughter.

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Bill's Spirit is an artist and writer currently creating works from a small town studio in Ohio.
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Comments: 49
Wow - that's really fantastic !!!
Thanks, Peter.
I'm really glad you enjoyed it. :-)
I really liked this Bill. I love the image in it too - you are very talented!
Thanks, Kimber.
Some day I hope to be talented enough to make real money (rather than just Gather points) for my work.
The artwork is freakin' me!
The poem makes me think of the time a man said to me, "That's not how my mom does it."
My reply, "Well, do you get to f*** her?"
Some relationships just don't go anywhere.
hahaha! I like the way you think, EM Jay!
EM JAY - LOL - Thanks for sharing your experience; that was priceless.
And I'm really glad you liked the art.
I love the painting, esp....
Thanks, Kathryn.
Bill... you are SO talented!
Thanks, Debra. I'm realy glad you think so.
Bill this is a work to come back to for multiple exposures.
Your thought infused poem asks the viewer to dive under and know the heart of the poet on a gnarled root level. In combination with your original art it makes a most weighted experience, saturated with imagery and color.
It's excellent. You're work is now featured at The Surreal Circus. Thanks so much for your contribution.
"Do tell, inquiring minds are wondering."
Thank you for the praise and feature in the group.
The title is a contraction of "Jealous Oedipus Sibling" which I hoped would emphasize one of the main themes in this poem; that the Oedipus complex of this character is bound up in wanting to be as much loved by a mother figure as his sister was. The title is deliberately cumbersome in hopes of confounding the reader's shallow mind and stimulating their deeper thinking right from the start. After reading the poem, the title's meaning should hopefully make more sense.
Generally, I wanted to explore the aspects of an Oedipus complex in this poem; how it historically leads to no relationships and feelings of futility; and how it is buoyed by certain childhood memories or attitudes.
The art work was just plain fun.
I'd caught the Sib aspect and delighted in the confounding. I figured you were working towards a multi-familial layering.
Those residuals that take a lifetime to explore and keep reappearing at the most inopportune time. The tortuous intrigue of a complicated life, certainly keeps it all quite interesting. I concur.
...the art work rocks!
Wonderful, the one blends with the other.
Thanks, Sharon.
Your very welcome.
a merrygoround around wound about of the old Oedipal dillema ~with a TWIST ;)
well traversed nightmares in rhythmic splatters so pulling~
O, and I love this comment piece of your's
"The title is deliberately cumbersome in hopes of confounding the reader's shallow mind and stimulating their deeper thinking right from the start."
;) hahahaha~
Glad you liked it, Purrrr.
And thanks for the laughter. Didn't I do a great job of sounding authentically intelligent; like I was college edumacated or somethin'?
It's more like showing what a twisted up control freak that I am; trying to manipulate people's minds with my wordsmithing. ;-)
most minds can use quite a bit of manipulating out of 'nice job' into something with a little more substance that shows they actually read the person's writing~ ;)
Very good work ,I loved it
Thanks, Roger.
Awesome
Thanks, Rachel.
You're welcome
Really like the picture.
Not a big fan of heroic couplets... sorry.
Thanks, Chuck.
No need to be sorry. Heroic couplets is just the way the poem grew as I wrote it. I'm usually a free verser myself. I will say that using heroic couplets in this presents a surreal metaphoric twist, in that the main character is an anti-hero.
I'm glad you liked the picture.
OK!!! [I think]...
;)
LOL - Thanks for the comment, Doc.
that was great.
Thanks, Tammy.
Interesting twists. I think that often when we are seeking relationships we are actually looking for serogate parents in one form or another. They say that men marry their mothers and women marry their fathers. Who's to say that we aren't looking for something we missed in our childhoods for the rest of our lives. Thanks for an interesting read and for sharing your talent with us. Peace
I've always believed that was true to some extent or another. The trick is sorting out the parts that are okay from those that aren't.
Thanks for the comment, Kimber.
Peace to you too.
You've tackled a difficult subject in that most people are not conscious of the origins of their "sexual template," or image of an ideal partner. (My first articles on Gather were a psychology series based on this topic).
That said, I think you've done a great job of portraying a narrator who, like Oedipus, is being defeated by the forces of fate.
Thanks, Ann.
I'll have to drop by and have a look at that article; providing it's still posted.
Branches and niches of psychology are always great fodder. One of my first postings here on Gather was a fun, experimental writing using the subject of parental interjects. I penned it like a computer's self analysis cycle. Here is a link for anyone that might be interested: ("Parental Interject Rescue")
The poem is wonderful. The image, well it strikes me as a little morbid. Although it does, I am amazed by the actual artwork. It's one of those things that say "don't look", but you can't seem to turn away from it. Nicely done.
Morbid elements seem to be quite common in Surrealism, at least to my perception, so I tried to tap that here; both in the poem and in the picture.
Glad you liked this.
Fantastic art work, I like the shadow effect - very compelling and interesting read
Bill ~ A very interesting, deep and moving piece. The highest in Gatherland ~ TEN.
"With a lunar persistence that despair understands"
I'm delighted to have found you in my surfin' through Gather in exploration of new friends.
There is a saying that insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, while expecting different results; and I wanted to play on the fact that despair can motivate people towards that kind of insanity.