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Friday, December 31, 2010


Daughters




I feel compelled to reach you.

To let you know we share the same moon

and the sun for that matter.

I feel the trouble trusting...

and the waves of solitude thrusting

their stormy jaws upon me.

I feel the words of those who wronged me

and the roots of the tree that sprung me.



I too, see the eyes of this man in my mirror

the moniker of a long line of

Patronymic tales

why do we mimic those we love?

The internal ringing of the trembling bells

that so badly yearn to be a part of it all.

I have slept with this thing called time

and have awoken to it whispering in my ear....


It spoke of a river of reeds

This sweet, sweet flag of kinship in which

I learned not to lose, but to let go.

That lost mothers fathers..are merely lost.

Yet they visit in your laugh

and in the early morning frost.


And sleepily I watched
Time drift out of my room
and down the candle lit stairs....



I reach out to every young and glorious

woman...

by the windowsill women..

swaying, praying women...

Waiting for the words of affirmation


I taste the seeds of this new fruit that found me

and I reckon this is family.

Sweet, dewy, early morning family.


I dedicate this to you.



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