Monday, September 24, 2012

stones




i am in no way
your mother, not the worlds
not my neighbors, not
yours

i have gathered a mother's
words, combed the
hair of
another's daughter, have wiped
filth and
weeping from her son's
hands - from his swollen wet face

i face you, i see
you - i can not be what
the world asks, i can
not see its vision
advertised in
labored lies,  in its portrait of fallen
faith

speak to me, calm me
convince me
into your belief of something otherwise
i am tired, i
i have already eaten
of mother, i
have given too... my milk warm, soft and
warm

World!  World Make ME
believe in this nurture - in this Love, in a loving above
all that is natural, all that is spinning on this
cyclically chaotic
sphere - crossed,
condemned

i step quiet now
cautious now
on stones silent - once thrown - i now collect
relics of dead gods
i am not their mother, i am
only part of this
whole and
you, and remember i

too had a dream

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2012


posted for d'Verse Open link night.

23 comments:

  1. ha...love that last true stanza....the thrown stones....relics to dead gods and not thier mother....actually really like that part in the ebginning, not able to be what they want/need...

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  2. thank you Brian...I always love your heart felt comments...blessings...bkm

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  3. Yes, and I remember the dream...beautiful!

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  4. Barbara, I have loved how you etch a fine and yet a resolute mark with such simple words...

    Stones thrown at me... I am collecting now!
    Dream is yet not dead in me...

    Hugs xoxo

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    1. Yes Olivia life has a way of taking us back and at times we forget about the dream..take time to remember and reunite that dream....blessings...bkm

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  6. Awesome piece, I was drawn in and in some way, I can relate. Well written

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  7. Beautifully, simply, and elegantly expressed.

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  8. "Now I believe only in dynamite"

    --James Coburn in "Duck You Sucker."

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  9. I would love to hear you read this, I don't think my voice does it justice. I am sure my take on this is not what you intended, but I get the "I am not your mother" feeling. I am compasionate, empithetic, a volunteer for any cause to fight injustice, but I am not there to replace anything, but to displace hopelessness, hunger, fear or whatever wars against them. A mother is fearless for her own, I believe this is more expansive. But that is just my take. I enjoyed anyway, very much. I respect your talent very much.

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    1. Henry thank you so much for your wonderful comments. You are so generous with your kindness ... And I thank you... bkm

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  10. What an incredibly powerful write.

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  11. Yes! I understand this. You elucidate such ties to what we are by being who we are, and denounce the demands made by those who would use us, define us, bury us. I think this is an important and powerful piece, Barbara. Excellent.

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    1. Thanks Gay for your read and comments...blessings...bkm

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  12. Barb, this has a wonderful flow and energy to it. I also would love to hear it read aloud.

    Pamela

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    1. Thank you so much Pamela I so appreciate your words...bkm

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  13. dreams like this we should keep...

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