...............Family
Ages, silvered ancient...trillobites...scrawled
Ocean mud. Forever-time. Fossils.
Mother. Why did you not call me? Towel-off
Sand?
Bathe salt from my skin? Cleanse me of
Time?
Waves, teasing mountains...Himalayas...
Scratching waters' nicknames.
Father. Answering my question, 'What do you
See out that window? ' with, 'Look, girl.'
Did you trust me to see? Did you trust my
Sight?
Tectonics, movers...moving...Pangea...
Lava...oceanic ridges...lava. Always.
Brother. Why did you not call me...your son
Died. Why does your heart shift? Now,
Do you feel the the Earth shifting?
Winds, soft, seducing, contesting waves
For words upon the stone...which will
Conquer?
Sister. I never had...answer me. Do I want
Your answers? Should I listen?
When have you become the' Mother'?
Are you the Mother...
My Sister?
Elysabeth...poemhunter.com
2007-12-15 14:42:38 · 14 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7 in Arts & Humanities ➔ Poetry
Gawd!!!!!!!!!! This one was just about the end of me...
*****
I see prose people
They don't know they're prose
They think they're people
I see the people
These prose
*****
TD
2007-12-15 17:23:33 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋
that's humorous, yet aggravating. For some ordinary reason or accident I see West Virginia and places and familes status in line exterior an empty not hassle-free Rock Cafè caressing one yet another's verses on an analogous time as a bouncer in dark colorations and a spouse beater is doing some thing weird and wonderful to a Casio calculator.
2016-10-11 09:17:50 · answer #2 · answered by ? 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Family Choices
Families, unlike friends are not chosen they are predestined.
Parents become the children of their own in elder years.
Siblings fight, huge tantrums and ear biting tears
Husbands are chosen yet often end up stolen in the end.
Mother, is the salt of the earth, ergo, Mother Earth.
Father, great with love, gentle with words, earthly, too, Heavenly, without the love in our father's hands we'd lose
The love and hate of sibling rivalry full of bruises, hurt.
Ah, grandparents, they love us all the time forever, Amen.
Gradma's pies and cookies, cinnanon bun delights
Filled the air with such sweet aromas I'd want to live there...
Grandpa's stories entertained me, filled my heart with giggles
I laughed so hard I'd need to pee, oh grandpa, how I loved
Those happy times of old, especially cutting down the tree
Deep in the winter snow for decorating on Christamas Eve...
Favorite Aunts and Uncles would spoil us too if we were good
And gave them their kisses and their hugs they needed so...
Cousins we sometime wished were our boyfriends and
Girlfriends because they new our hearts and souls.
Then our own children and grandchildren repeat the cycle
Renew the hope of family filled with faith, love, joy and peace.
See deep into my pockets I reach for memories to greet
My mornings and lullaby my days end while asleep.
God chose our families and gave us as gifts to them,
That;'s it, it is just the way it is done, love, unconditionally
Your family is your life, your beckoning signal in the night
The beacon when lost, the candle in the window, and your
True love, the reason to keep families alive, love, a FAMILY!
Valrie in Ocala, FL
butterfliesvac@yahoo.com
2007-12-15 15:14:57 · answer #3 · answered by mariposavalrie 2 · 1⤊ 2⤋
No offense at all, but I agree with Hip Lady, in a direct answer to the question mark.
I think I'd have to "chew" this piece a bit to "digest it."
Certainly as a Poet, "family" is not a group of ones Peers, as can be readily seen in so many critiques. Family does relate to "My Words" however, in that I do live with them, embrace them, often share them.
With respect to ALL; I'm constantly confused by the "Do you like it?" portion of any submission here? As a life long writer, published often, if I worried over acceptance, I'd probably have "shelved" my passion years ago.
With respect to you "Viking",,, :) , a bit sketchy and confusing, but Wordsmith worthy, definitely.
2007-12-15 15:42:17 · answer #4 · answered by DIY Doc 7 · 2⤊ 1⤋
Of course! The poet's family is Mother Earth, Father Sky, and the rest of the Universe. As poets, we see and feel and express beyond our little world, and we don't separate ourselves from time, space and the Universe, but live within it and of it.
2007-12-16 00:08:16 · answer #5 · answered by Elaine P...is for Poetry 7 · 2⤊ 0⤋
Elysabeth you have done it again!
This one is absolutely beautiful, very much like your Earth-Woman. Honestly, I don't know if you have ever done or considered this, but you really have material for a longer, ambitious, narrative poem. Please think about it, you would make many people happy.
2007-12-15 18:39:41 · answer #6 · answered by Lady Annabella-VInylist 7 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Beautiful and Outstanding!!5 Star! *****
2007-12-15 15:51:24 · answer #7 · answered by glamour04111 7 · 2⤊ 0⤋
WOW!
answer mine
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2007-12-15 15:13:23 · answer #8 · answered by cece 3 · 1⤊ 0⤋
They are moments ,precious and rare
When love ,listened , questioned , nurtured and cared !
They call and come to me ,as they did back then
It is their truths ,talents ,being that connect me to them
They may not be perfect ,but i love to remember when ....
And so I write of their gifts,stored deep in my heart and remember them....
2007-12-15 15:32:09 · answer #9 · answered by kippystewart 2 · 1⤊ 1⤋
Everything that is in the Universe
2007-12-17 09:46:49 · answer #10 · answered by inkgddss 5 · 1⤊ 0⤋