i found her buried in the dust
so i blew a sand storm from my womb
revealing her freckles,
those beautiful constellations.
caballeria de berenice,
her hair fell from the night
a waving onyx ocean,
bits of mexican soil swimming
in the roots of her soul.
in the orphanage we cut paper
into stars, and hung them
onto wallpaper horizons.
she leaned into my eyes
searching for a place to keep
all her paper stars.
i became her mother, and she
the never ending opportunity of the sky.
Author notes
when i went to mexico i visited an orphange,
the child i remember the most was estrella.
which is the spanish word for star, it was so hard
to see such poverty and destrution.
about ten miles away was the border to the u.s.
and the change is drastic, it really can
change a person. i hope this communicated how i
felt about the little girl, i wanted to stay there
and show her how bright the stars really are.
peace to all ~flight
A contest entry
- TI8 - Round 10 - Top 4 - Finale - Assignment 3 by Tangled Angle.
1400 points, ended June 15, 2008, 4 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
honesty
Comments
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melissa said it all. haha
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You used freckles, it is a favorite of mine!
There is nothing that I can truly say about this, it is profound and yet simple. Deeply moving when put into perspective.
Your imagery and emotion are clear cut and concise throughout and your ending truly is strong.
Excellent piece -
wow...what a story and what a poem, esp. the second stanza. damn, this was fantastic.
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