By: Ivan de Monbrision

but mother

don’t you know that we keep on burning inside the fire

I am handing out to you a mirror now

don’t you see the rainbow in your hair?

don’t you see

a windows bangs suddenly

but there is no one in the room

but my shadow and me

but the sound of my voice echoing in yourself

Ivan de Monbrison is a person affected by strong psychic disorders that prevent him from having what others may call a "normal" life. He has found writing to be an exit to this prison. Or maybe it is a window from which - like an inmate - he can see a small square of blue sky above his head. His writing often reflects the never-ending chaos within him, but contrary to this mental chaos, the paper and the pen give him the opportunity to materialize this in a concrete and visible form. Writing can feel like a slow death, but it's better than mere suicide in the end.

Authors Notes: What is a community? A community mechanically implies the idea of communion if we follow its etymology, that is in short (according to the Cambridge dictionary): a close relationship with someone, or a group of people united by the same belief.

But on a broader sense, a communion thus a community is by essence first of all a relation with oneself, and what oneself carries in his/her ego throughout all life, and then projects this feeling of her/his individuality on others.

In this poem the community is the writer and his mother but it is also, and simultaneously (and that is the purpose of any art), the community of the writer with the potential reader. So in this way the poem here involves four characters, the writer, the evocation of his mother, the reader, and the feeling (or the absence of) that he/she might have kept within since childhood of the concept of motherhood, or his/her own experience of it.