Grandmother knows ways to scatter breadcrumbs
to coax a child’s tongue to sip at journeys
she knows that he must take.
She’d give her life, if necessary;
strip bark and pass over pulp
for hard-pressed stories of her travails.
“..and white wings came…”:
foreboding to a sudden strip of leaves
and dying forest of feelings
as one by one saplings were mowed down,
were ruined in order that new ways could come.
Bless grandmothers, who breathe for us,
whose very act of whispering
means winter come down soon
in her green and leafy faith
that we would do the right thing
and take the right path.
Author notes
This poem refers to a Native American way of lsitening, of being told, of knowing, by the way nature shows us.
prompt: Vladimir Kush: Atlas of Wonder http://www.vladimirkush.com/editions.php
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I LOVE IT! This is an absolutely AMAZING take on a beautiful picture. Bless grandmothers, very true. The beginning hooked me; "Grandmother knows ways to scatter breadcrumbs..." Lovely piece. Thank you VERY VERY VERY (and let's put another one in for good measure) VERY much for taking the time to write something new and wonderful!
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ty so much for the gold...the nice comments...and the challenge...... ty very, very, very, and let's put in anothr VERY, much. *smile*
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