The WhirlpoolA Poem by David P. EckertA tribute to the poet Mona Lisa, and an attempt to write in her style
The Whirlpool (a tribute to the poet Mona Lisa) Here I am trying to be Mona Lisa without sophistry, without her flow of words, images, raw emotions dragging me across pages of memories, neuron files lacking sophistication as I recall the pall of Schools and children pummeling their way into my attention, from every dimension, different as any child or parent can be from me, in pigments of color, and skin that is glowing, growing in a land of violence, that I’ve never lived. Without my opportunity they cannot see a path out of the devastation that surrounds them, the deaths in the streets, courtyard gunfights, and siren nights, listening at eight and ten, eleven years old. They’ll talk about it, won’t be proud unless they can leave it, the project towers looming behind them, sentries plotting endless barbed wire traps to prevent their escape, rape and murder to break them, rats and prisons to scratch and catch them, society plotting to keep all its underclass underneath its feet, still downtrodden, their lives hidden, forgotten on welfare lines and dead-end educations that can’t teach them while the whirlpool sucks at their feet. David P. Eckert © 2008 David P. EckertFeatured Review
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15 Reviews Added on February 9, 2008 AuthorDavid P. EckertRoslyn Heights, NYAboutPsychologist, Writer, Painter, Father of 2, Grandpa of 2 cute, smart and beautiful little girls, Husband, Keeper of Dogs, Fish and Fruit Trees and generally Busy Guy. more.. |

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