after the sharpness of one thing, another
the hope or hurt you choose
to keep you company
the hope or hurt you choose
to keep you company
in places many-sided by trees, air, & earth
the living, rooted prairie becomes
everything you love
so that trees take the shape of your parents
and grass spreads like the sweep
of family sharing news
you wear it on your breast, this belonging
softer since being torn... a different
feeling to the same song
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feeling to the same song
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Pic: Geese on the Red Cedar. With Big A today. What with my family visiting and then his bike accident and illness, we hadn't been on our "Super Sparty" walk in ages.
7 comments:
"the hope or hurt you choose to keep you company" - I'm going to be thinking about this a lot!
Nice.
This poem is lovely, maya. I like the nature imagery, how each element is personified in the person's life leading to a complete oneness.
love this so much. "The trees take the shape of your parents..."
Such lovely, gentle, thoughtful words, Maya. Thank you.
Thank you, dear friends!! XO
I like the idea of emotions keeping us company.
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