My view is pearl-pale that sings in my bones
for voice I can not have but reflects subtle light
in quiet lake of blue eyes
above the hum and swoosh of breath
that is handed me through push and pulled
back like lifesaving veil when I would despair
that next laid-down look of lighted lake of sky.
Muffled citizenry sweeps corners, chaotically,
where huddled heaps of heroine’s last stand
calls above the cacophony of carelessness
that curls city streets without faces or places
they have ever thought of, listening,
like a porous stone and taking in life
by the brush of sound that makes for dreams.
Author notes
My birth brother was adopted by a mother who got polio the same time as he, when he was three years old. For a decade, he told her what he saw outside. That the window is upside down was what touched me to pad his truth but make a poem of it.
In a list
A contest entry
- Windows (Pic prompt) by Idle Mind Wondering.
1000 points, ended December 21, 2007, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I thank you for sharing this piece of your truth - or your brothers. I find it warm and sad but most of all beautiful for the way it represents how we touch one another- how you saw what your brother saw.
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He wrote her a letter a day until he was 17 and he lsot her. It is touching because , those of us who were adopted, had very different lives than those who were put out to friends or foster families. ty again.
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Powerful
What a tremendous creation for the contest. Touches the soul so deeply. best of luck in the contest.
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ty penman. Happens, this is my favorite of all the twelve...
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wow, interesting
An interesting poem. With story in author notes made it more so. Nice job with the pen. ah...key pad.
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ty Dill...you would love this brother. He is brilliant and has foudn a way to be brilliant and soulful.
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