I am an enigmatic corpse,
dangling from a palsied hand,
trying to dance with my feet off the ground
and only a before and after to relate to
now
that I am restrung on this amended adventure,
and trying ease the yank of twirled strands
I could drop easily from this hold
if I wished or twirled hard enough
but I have prayed for this new way of dancing
forever
loosened umbilical strings,
mouth slipped from teat
by a cruel twist of fate,
apron strings dropped
for a dance on some wild side
retrieved
for a last slow waltz, to the tune of Robin’s Return,
led by your hand, back into your rhythm
and I shall soon
dance alone
again,
with no strings
attached.
Author notes
I was lost to her rhythm when a few months old...she has gathered me again, to her music...and she is 90 years old.....I shall only begin to relearn the steps before I shall be motherless again.
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A contest entry
- Strings by Cherokee.
525 points, ended April 11, 2007, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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such a lovely, touching piece of poetry. I love the flow of your writing.
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TY finding fate. I struggle every day these days to fit myself into this birth family...with great joy but it has changed who I thought of as me.
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"I could drop easily from this hold
if I wished or twirled hard enough
but I have prayed for this new way of dancing
forever"
Soulfully penned, my Sister...such complete love is apparent in your every line...Beautiful imagery painting a lovely picture, filled with sorrow...I hear ya, Sweetie...Good luck in Cherokee's contest, my dear Friend...
Wanda
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Ah, and the look in her eyes as she hums is beyond joy for me.
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a beautiful and touching poem
strings and time, how we are tied to parts of ourselves, our pasts, this is such a meaningful poem, a gift...PK
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TY Peteskid...you have been prolific during my time away.... It is going to take me some time to catch up.
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