Sea foam reels and wishes for blue
blood of the Universe, blood of my body,
crouched on the sand bone of earth
basin-bowls bisqued by the wild royal wind.
Drinking the daylight of new days,
a chiseled great-grandmother stone
bravely faces any dark storm as she searches
turquoise for a certain face.
Come periwinkle skies, clinging against undertow
of life’s drag to the cutting of coral beaches,
silver slides of the ocean’s unrolled tongue
flick like slow frog before the thunder of wave.
Ink blot clots of scuttling clouds across surrender
papers are slotted with no further consequence
nor belief in withdrawal of tide leaving skies
casting a wide eye on new beginnings.
When fire is so hot it blazes blue, out from the rocks
climbs the colonies of crustaceans that have waited
like pearls in an oyster craw for the time to be found
grounded and waiting for capture on native land.
I am sea glass, rubbed fine like Arbutus trunk,
marked for knowing, later, when time would turn
showing me a mother who lived long enough
to show me faded pictures of my grandmothers.
Who is to say that blue is such a sad value, or tears
cascading down olive cheeks of my sisters
were from trauma? Or that gruff groan of a brothers
could mean sorrow? Oh, no, not at all.
I am a blue native; sacred as the silken sari
that was unwound from pregnant mother
to become rough swaddling, hung on the cold lip
life pinched to hold me until she could return.
Rocking in the hammock in warm bath;
salt water and scented secrets, I was lulled
by burned sacrifices while staring up
at the big blue eye of god to give me the sign.
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for Celticmoon, who knew
Written October 14th, 2006
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I meant it to be a play on life and blues....jsut when we think we are done for, or done in, or have done it all, a great wave of life catches us and we are flooded with a brand new emotion. I can not tell you how wonderful it has been..how scared...how an answer to a silent fervant prayer can undo you. One moment I was one person, and with a few rods, I became a child again..one full of faith and belief in miracles.
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Dear Carol,
Although much of your metaphor is beyond my grasp as a simple pakeha kiwi, your power of description is undeniable and the overall meaning is unmistakable. To find a birth mother, lost for so many years, believed dead but found to be alive, must be one of the most exhilarating experiences that the human heart can know. Of course, this cuts both ways and your mother too is blessed in the reunion with her daughter.
Namaste, blessed be and kia ora.
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thank you, sweet friend....you would know the depth of that feeling.
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"I was lulled by burned sacrifices while staring up at the big blue eye of god to give me the sign." Sighhh...Indeed, He did just that, my Sister...This is an exquisite penning, Carol...Such a story of Life, such a saga of survival, is redeemed through the power of your incredible words...Blue may be the color of sorrow, but it is also the shade of tranquility...Gorgeous writing, Lady...
Wanda
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Simply, she was waiting for you
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Last week, I laid my head on the breast of that mother who waited and beleived that surrendering was the best hiding place for me. she siad, over and over, "I never thught this day would ever come." I, in my stubborn belief, did believe, but thought it might be I laid on her grave...who could have known she would live into her 90th year in her waiting by the West coast shore?
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WOW!
I can't even being to express what I felt upon opening the page to this amazing piece, nevermind what I felt as I read it. I do not believe there are words out there to truly express this feeling right now. All I know is that upon opening this page and seeing the background, and the title my jaw laid hung in awe. Once reading my eyes filled with tears and they are still streaming as I speak. The beauty of this piece radiates with purity and love of both sun and moon. It carried with it a refreshing feel that seems to soothe the soul with a gentle caress.
I am at a loss for words, truly beautiful!
Blessings
Bel
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