mother does down dog
in a perfectly straight line
tiny back arches, vertebrae singing
tunes to our cathedral ceiling,
moves us with her exhalation.
she can meditate with our two kittens
on her lap, they fall asleep to the
thump-a-thump-a-thump of her heart.
my mother, she carves trees into rivers
and eats lettuce straight from the ground
holds us up with just two fingers, smiling.
that lady laughs too loud, i get it from her
sings with the wind out the car window
the wheat whistles its own grainy melody.
mama taught me how to love
taught me how to pray how i do
taught me how to teach, but
also
how to listen
for even the slightest
flutter
of fairy wings in
the deep forest.
Author notes
my mother taught me everything about my religion
or lack thereof.
i hope you all like the addititons
A contest entry
- i am a little church by zillion.
1000 points, ended May 27, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
oh, say what you mean
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'tis a very good write, indeed. You have expressed your thoughts quite clearly. Thanks for sharing this one with us. -
the only thing i didn't get was the first two lines.
other than that this was damn good. no joke.
"my mother, she carves trees into rivers"
that's when i really started paying attention
wonderful piece.
peace to all ~flight
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haha, i was also like, stone henge? hedge? haha. but i understand now.
this was really well written. i love XD
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this is so beautiful.
i looove it.
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so i really like this.
do you mean stone henge? -
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nope, it's supposed to be ironic.
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haha okay.
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I dont get it but we speak the same language of sounds yep
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this is beautiful so far and I'm anxious to see where you take it. When you have completed it, let me know. I'll come back and leave a fuller comment.
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