R.A.D. Stainforth's beautifully poignant recitation...
time-lapsed and furious,
above a pulsing angiogram –
the tree of life.
There is no canoe.
Only the river holds me,
colicky, in her arms,
gentle enough to keep my face
above the water.
Papoose at her mercy.
I float, unable to resist the current,
listen closely
to her ancient lullaby.
She is my mother.
I don't need to know why.
tk/ July 2012
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Beautiful, Tess,
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Merisi
lovely language tess...the angiogram....papoose...colicky....really builds the scene well....best sometimes just to go with the flow...
ReplyDeleteThe last line is the embodiment of love.
ReplyDeletei love this that last line says it all
ReplyDeleteShe is my mother.
I don't need to know why.
brilliant
Oh Tess, this is gorgeous. One lush dive into everything we already are....
ReplyDeleteSweet! Surrendering to the flow of life...
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ReplyDeleteOnly the river holds me,
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gentle enough to keep my face
above the water.
I love this portion so much!!
This is such a great write!! The image in words for sure, Tess!!
Oh, I love all of this.
ReplyDeleteThe last two lines are killers.
'She is my mother. I don't need to know why'
Stunning!
Out of the water at the beginning of time and back into it by choice now! Very fine, this one, Tess!
ReplyDeleteSorry, Tess, 'Reubs' is me, Dick. My son has hijacked my account!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Dick...I would have been wondering about Reubs...
DeleteA beautiful image of the water holding her like she's nature's child.
ReplyDeletePapoose ... both the poem and Mr. Stainforth's intense recitation ~ yes, poignant is the perfect adjective!
ReplyDeleteLovely, and I too especially like your closing lines.
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautifully etched homage to your roots and to family/mother love. Your talent, Ms. Wordsmith shines and sparkles here! =D
ReplyDeleteThis is amazing, Tess... I especially like:
ReplyDeleteOnly the river holds me,
colicky, in her arms,
gentle enough to keep my face
above the water.
Very well done. Love the photo, too!
ReplyDeleteA colicky river- hmm, interesting! thanks-
ReplyDeleteActually I'm the colicky one here...
DeleteBeautiful, and quite moving...
ReplyDeleteA beautiful write!
ReplyDelete"gentle enough to keep my face
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Sometimes that's all we can hope for. :) Lovely poetry, symbolism, and philosophy, Tess.
Lovely take on painting. Reminds me a bit of Moonrise KIng - or whatever that new movie is - I actually saw it last night, and think of those canoes - she looks very Native American here - what odd juxtapositions the world gives us. k.
ReplyDeleteK, I'm 1/16 Cherokee, so I hearken to my roots here.
Delete"Papoose" veils the old Ophelia mystery with a sense of Indian connection - still a young child returning to a mother's arms! Very moving!
ReplyDelete"I don't need to know why" should be the first fact we learn. You set this up so well Tess, as you do!
ReplyDeleteabove a pulsing angiogram –
ReplyDeletethe tree of life.
There is no canoe.
Only the river holds me,
colicky, in her arms,
gentle enough to keep my face
above the water.
I've been through this, Tess! Had an angiogram done! Plainly just as you described.'The tree of life', the image of the dye and the warmth as it moved. Your were aware 'as the river...face above water' and awake. Beautiful take1
Hank
Wordpainter, indeed. Just a lovely recitation by RAD Stainforth!
ReplyDeleteThanks Margaret...and I agree...Stainforth does an exceptional job here...oh you left your comment at 11:11...my lucky numbers!
DeleteThe last two lines nailed it for me! Lovely poem... :)
ReplyDeleteBloom in the moonshine!
Wonderful words.
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Those of us who can take that journey...how lucky we are..beautifully done.
ReplyDeleteParticularly apt as we celebrate Canada's birthday this weekend. 145 years and so related to our native population. This piece transcends borders and imagination.
ReplyDeleteI didn't get the connection between the poem and the painting at first and read this as the child in utero speaking to her mother. Either way it's beautifully crafted and the last two lines are gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteI was quite moved by this, Tess, had a beautiful flow to it.
ReplyDelete...this one really worked for me, quite well done Tess...
ReplyDeleteLove this:
ReplyDeleteOnly the river holds me,
colicky, in her arms,
gentle enough to keep my face
above the water.
What a great image.
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Very nice. Totally loved the closing...
ReplyDeleteThis is so very poignant. I always love seeing the different take, the different view that poets here take on your prompts.
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i like the papoose. that was very original
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Never would have thought of this for the picture, but I love where you went with it! So beautiful. I felt like I was floating on gentle swells as I read it.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful way to express a heart procedure or attack....beautiful. Really enjoyed this weeks photo challenge. Thank you...I have been a busy woman lately....
ReplyDelete..." her ancient lullaby" that's good! thankyou
ReplyDeleteI've never been colicky, but I've been in that river's arms, too feverish to even be afraid. Moms are pure magic. Beautiful picture.
ReplyDeleteVery soft, very beautiful ! .
ReplyDeleteAge-old tale in a flowing current style. Lovely!
ReplyDeletereally lovely!
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Thank you for your lovely comments...I have the best readers in the blogosphere...I really do...and thank you R.A.D. for this gorgeous reading...
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