Saturday, April 19, 2014

April 19

Gathered in the yard
the women of my family
told the wind their sorrows.

How little my angst sounded
compared to theirs,
how little we all looked

lying among the stars.
We washed our feet
in one another's tears

a promise upon our lips -
to dance around sadness
wearing brave hearts.


12 comments:

  1. this quite reminds me of Marquez ~

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  2. We washed our feet in one another's tears... Beautiful, and very evocative. A great write!

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  3. There's such communion in this humble gathering -- most so for affirming that "dance around sadness / wearing brave hearts." Its a great metaphor for what's accomplished at Real Toads.

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  4. And that's what we do. Keep dancing, Kenia.

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  5. Lovely final stanza to an emotional poem.

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  6. This is so beautiful. Comfort in sorrow and hope.

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  7. the contrast makes the poem all the more poignant...love the last stanza...

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  8. You produce such a living picture here, with such simple words, of the pattern of lives and relationships, of how we sustain each other and ourselves and fit into the larger patterns at the same time. Just excellent, and also, quite beautiful.

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  9. Vivid, tender and beautiful image.

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  10. Such a wonderful celebration of sisterhood, burdens shared and each sorrow set in its rightful place among the stars.

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  11. such families, such women, make life quite rich for those around them… I just love this.

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  12. What a blessing the support of a family can be. This wonderfully represents those ties.

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