Eric Poem by Peter Lundquist
Eric
mostly he stayed in 1973
the year he was 14
the tidal stream reversed direction
as regular as the moon
narcissistic feral child he
ebbed and flowed
a nor'easter took him out to sea
and then
spat him back on shore it
bashed his brains out on the rocks
ebb and flow
ebb and flow
nothing of any consequence
eyes now full of wild cadence
now drained of savor altogether
rage on those rocks
bashing bashing bashing then
falling washing away
but never quite killing him
transcendence was his word
it came
crawling out of his mouth
onto dry land
he reveled in its deep power
he didn't see its
meaninglessness
be either elated etherized
or
be even the beast in Eden
Well articulated and nicely penned with insight, A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing, Peter.
So poignant A great poem that vividly depicted a tragedy. A brilliant portrayal as if I was at the scene. Excellent write. Superb imagery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This is a very powerful write. I want to read more of your work. a lot more. I am sorry that this is a poem about your brother, now dead..