she has taught me how to look on the underside
of a wornoutfather’s nails
(as his daughter scampers along into the woods where he works).
she said
"try to see beyond the lines;
why does the redwood
knock memory into the childlike eyes of this girl
this woman?"
i tried.
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she still teaches me
of poetry and what it means –
how to bear
the silence when summer parks on the hearts
of people mourning death
and how to see an ocean in ripples of water
to see what life gives and withholds
so when you garden, you can seed breaths into stillness
regardless of time and season
regardless of gravity
she writes letters too
for almostforgotten faces
and on roads journeys
she keeps her eyes
mind
meditating on the meandering simplicity:
two daughters, roadkill and mary,
inside a car –
almost chattering; almost reflecting… forever there
she lives like green iris of earth
and this is
the very best of what
the stories of sofarjourney has given her.
Author notes
for Mary...
you have always encouraged me, being there for me... thanks. i hope you get the reference to marie howie in the first stanza.
love you 
A contest entry
- A new spin on an old contest by Suzanne Dia.
1750 points, ended October 13, 2008, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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A wonderful tribute, Esha.
It is clear she means a lot to you, as she does to all us silly little sisters.
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This is lovely, Esha...beautiful and I can see that Mary loved it!! A fitting tribute to a lovely woman and poet.
~ Nicolette
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oh sweet esha.. ..
what do i say?..
i love you too...
you are a daughter to me
m
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