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shifting for Carol Desjarlais

when the great spans of sand
change colors in the heavy
sledges of desert heat

there is a commotion of
shifting in the granules
of dessicated dustiness

earth's ascensions and
declinations of decay
foment to memories

perchance this or that soul
cries out in the swirling rages

a rebirth-rejuvenation
of colliding karma begins

with the advent of expediencies
recalled forth as:  mothers




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  • CarolDesjarlais silver member
    November 15

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    "a rebirth-rejuvenation
    of colliding karma begins

    with the advent of expediencies
    recalled forth as: mothers"

    There is no same grain of sand, none, but I shall sift and sift again, honoring all grains fo sand as I do... Ty, my friend!


  • Peteskid gold member
    November 4

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    Yes, for Carol...

    we reach for understanding, seems sometimes reaching past the goal; here it is well understood, we have a debt we can never repay to someone who does what a mother can do, as a person in our lives, and it does not really matter how long, how close, how entwined...the irreplaceable is just that, and we fold it into our beings, and perhaps if lucky can pass it on... an excellent work here...PK


  • Reptile Lady gold member
    November 4

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    A moving poem
    It speaks volumes to how heavy a heart can be when loss of a loved one
    grieves...
    It also offers peace
    Losing a parent is never easy and my thoughts are with her

    best wishes

    Julie


  • Night Hope gold member
    November 3

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    "shifting in the granules" - Indeed, Michael, there is a definite shifting of the sands, of time, of our lives, of our innate consciousness of what it means to be a human be-ing, particularly in moments of grieving. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with our beloved Scribe. Good luck in William's contest, Sweetie.



  • Naridill
    November 3

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    I adore your word use, the imagery that singular words alone bring to shift into a larger picture and create the aura of this piece.

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