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Thumbnail of Our Mothers as Girls

Contributed by yangdantien on Tuesday, 6th May 2008 @ 11:03:29 AM in AEST
Topic: MothersDayPoems





From her ears she awakes,
the voice opens the flood gates
If her lips could feel the waiting kisses
some not so far off.

Around the heart a hive of flutters
sends waves for pollens butter.
the drones landing near her smiles
So freshfaced we know its later shape
and one will bring the right ornament and pace
so she can braid to bind as she learns her mind.

But to be able decide the bad boys from bad men
with their folding cots of stained canvas and burn marks
she will have to seek out and gesture
for the crones and matrons to give up their tales
to Wharton's jelly.

And now almost as heat demons rising
when we gaze at her from times afar,
in snapped portion and blinders
we see the woman, the daughter, the mom in what we think
and clearly not what it takes to grow and live.




AJPIII




Copyright © yangdantien ... [ 2008-05-06 11:03:29]
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Re: Thumbnail of Our Mothers as Girls (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Tuesday, 6th May 2008 @ 01:43:44 PM AEST
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Oh Aj my friend you are writing with a fire off the pen!
This is simply a touching write. You better hang out here now you hear!

Im on yahoo if you want to chatter a bit!

Hugs

Michelle


Re: Thumbnail of Our Mothers as Girls (User Rating: 1 )
by MisfitMe on Wednesday, 7th May 2008 @ 10:38:33 AM AEST
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I am so incredibly drawn to this line as it seems my reflection...

"...so she can braid to bind as she learns her mind."~you

& I find myself vaguely disconcerted by this line or perhaps simply by my lack of understanding for it...?

"...we see the woman, the daughter, the mom in what we think
and clearly not what it takes to grow and live."~you

A Thought Provoking Piece to be Sure!
Good Job!

BIGLOVEMUCHPEACE
~misfitme



Re: Thumbnail of Our Mothers as Girls (User Rating: 1 )
by needledancing on Wednesday, 7th May 2008 @ 10:25:04 PM AEST
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The last line echos my thoughts on how much what I think has a direct link to how my Mother lived.
Indeed a thorough thought provoker.




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