Tuesday, January 21, 2014

MY MOTHER'S VERSE




All she ever did was float
in sea of storms. Harsh waves
beat her body, crashed her youth,
worse, drowned her soul,
shrunk her.

One day, she woke up, still
floating, but in the sky.
Clouds (the puffy kind) cleansed
her wounds, the sun inflated her soul.
She grew big, grateful of magic
that flies, even over angry waters.

Never
did she win
awards, accolades, recognition,
though she learned to sing
one short verse, part of a long song.
She sang it perfectly
to the sea, the sky, to everything.

Singing, she floated away.




(Submitted to Dverse Poets Pub. Inspired by yesterday's post by Brian.)








23 comments:

  1. Singing so perfectly to the sea and sky sounds like quite something to attain despite floating in the sea of storms in earlier life!

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  2. smiles....we dont need no stinking awards or accolades...finding that one verse in the grand verse to sing...the part that only you can sing...that is where the magic is at....smiles.

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  3. Myrna, this is incredibly beautiful, and is an amazing tribute to your mother - how wonderful that though the waves crashed over her, she learned to sing-"to the sea, the sky, to everything." My kinda woman!!!

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  4. This is lovely and the message deep..singing that one verse for her alone..powerful

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  5. What a very poetic way to paint your mother in. >KB

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  6. Consider linking this poem to Poetry Jam after 9 p.m. Central Time Tuesday night, as it will DEFINITELY fit the prompt. Smiles.

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  7. That's really beautiful. I think many women's lives were like that, and maybe still are, and you've expressed it so well.

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  8. Death must be such a relief for tormented souls. I guess all that weighed her down must have been left behind with her body. Only her soul's song would have remained. Beautiful poem!

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  9. Myrna, one of these days I'm going to enter a ton of your beautiful poems in a contest, or call for submission, and you'll win the accolades you so richly deserve. (I'll ask for your permission first, though!) :)

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  10. Oh that we all find our verse to sing.
    Beautiful, nostalgic and a perfect tribute.

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  11. her very own song... and each of us has their own and their own verse that needs to awards or anything to matter.... that is beautifully written and what an amazing tribute to your mom as well

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  12. This reminds me of my grandfather reminiscing about this mother who had a hard life but ultimately rose above it. Thank you for sharing.

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  13. Beautiful tribute, Myrna! Mothers perform a duty but some! They regard it as a responsibility but we bask in their glory. Wonderful write!

    Hank

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  14. What a beautiful way to give tribute to your mother ~ Very moving, specially the opening stanza ~

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  15. This is a beautiful tribute to your mom, Myrna! Many of our mothers will not win accolades but will still be remembered for their numerous qualities.

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  16. Oh, this one made me tear up a little - an unsung heroine and artist... luckily, now sung and given voice by you. Simply lovely.

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  17. I think many if not all of our mothers "floated"...there was no alternative except to drown...beautifully done, Myrna

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  18. Oh how beautiful. I am practically in tears here. Thanks for the amazing poem.

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  19. Going that one verso alone, staying above it all, sure the way to be

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  20. gentle and beautiful, I love it.

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