Aviyah Abrams - Soul-Cloud of a Son

With her three-part poem “Soul-Cloud of a Son”, poet Aviyah Abrams wanders the tragic contours of loss through the radiance of verse. “‘Soul-Cloud of a Son’ is an meditation on how beauty in the form of words can be weaved into the depths of despair brought from perinatal death and its subsequent mourning,” Aviyah informed The Dewdrop.

Soul-Cloud of a Son

Unsung
Like an inconsequential array of vowels
Atoms congregated
Waiting to become a lily
Or your hand
A sculpture
Praying through space
Born from heavy lips
Profound
As only a child can be

No song to placate
Only the stone of sorrow whistling long in my ears
My heart stunned
And waiting
In the near brokenness
Subdued internal strike ringing in my gut
As your slingshotted features bleed away
My heart fixed in time
No melody can ever replace
A wasted son
As a cloud
Does the soul
Never die?

I nestled in the desert
Finding comfort in the simmering sand
I laid a soft bed on a mirage
Closed my eyes
Blinded by the shrieking glare stretched across the dune
Longing for winter skin eyes overlooking the cove where seals breathe long and deep
There, I would take refuge from nature’s undulating scream
I attribute my presence to the primordiality of life
A winning clawing constant

Aviyah Abrams

Fascinated by the excesses and the unboundedness of the human soul, Aviyah Abrams discovered the theories of Freud and Janov in her early teens, which led her to explore, through writing, the horror and the sumptuousness of the human adventure. Aviyah studied French literature at Laval University, Canada. In 2021, she was awarded the Jean-Sebastien Pontbriand Scholarship for Excellence in Creative Writing for her poetry collection Ton visage est une étoile. Her short stories and poetry are published in Le crachoir de Flaubert and in Éditions Figures.