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Corinne
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0 posted 2003-11-12 09:04 PM


Black Silk

Grandmother,
there is much I don’t know about you;
but this family breeds secrets,
hides them like recessive genes.

Your daughter covered the truth,
for protection perhaps,
or to keep the ugliness away.
It took a desperate father to blurt it out
in a drunken rage over the phone.
Over the phone I learned this.

All I have are scraps in an album:
seventh child of a seventh child,
you danced in Vaudeville
and hated your nose – it’s scratched out
in every surviving picture. It’s impossible
to imagine your face.

What isn’t there is an explanation,
how his betrayal ruined everything for you,
why you couldn’t find enough worth
in the rest of us.

On that day, on that day,
Mother carried me small in her belly
and two years would pass before my brother
was born.

I suspect I am like you; can hear the worry
in Mom’s voice. Inheritance is a mixed velvet bag
lined in black silk. Some traits are doled out
over time, the ones we’d rather throw back.

© Copyright 2003 Corinne - All Rights Reserved
Marge Tindal
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1 posted 2003-11-12 09:09 PM


OhCorinne~
The depth of this is just compelling~

And this -

'but this family breeds secrets,
hides them like recessive genes.'
- utter genius !!!

You are an amazing writer, my friend~
*Huglets*
~*Marge*~

~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost,
the spirit rejoices over what it has left.
- Sufi epigram
       noles1@totcon.com   

Corinne
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2 posted 2003-11-12 09:13 PM


Marge, you are a dear, sweet person. Thank you!


Corinne

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3 posted 2003-11-12 09:15 PM


Inheritance is a mixed velvet bag
lined in black silk. Some traits are doled out
over time, the ones we’d rather throw back.


this broke me core..awesome

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4 posted 2003-11-12 09:17 PM


Whoa... this one got me.  After reading your first verse, I was compelled to go on.   When you wrote Vaudeville, it brought back the memory of one of my best friends who  was the daughter of a Vaudeville dancer.   I can't imagine the times!   For my friend, they lasted her a lifetime and kept her young.  Last time I saw her, she was close to ninety, dancing as if she was twenty.  She always had dance in her eyes!
   It would be nice if you knew more about your Grandmother.   I imagine there were many good and amazing things that occurred in her life that you
just haven't heard about...
                                  Sadelite

[This message has been edited by Sadelite (11-12-2003 09:20 PM).]

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5 posted 2003-11-12 10:08 PM




(big hugggsssssss) Oh Corinne, this is so very sad but beautiful, sweet friend, I send many angel hugs your way and may you keep all the meaningful traits deep in the purse! (sigh) God Bless You, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Corinne, thank you for sharing!



May love and light always shine upon you!

Love,
Noah Eaton

I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth
I can see the sun set and I perceive

***Live***

Sunshine
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6 posted 2003-11-13 03:44 PM


Oh [find an appropriate word and insert it here, sun....]

Ok, my voice doesn't work as I have laryngitis, but that doesn't take away from the fact that if I could speak, I would have to say you rendered me speechless.

You know what this poem is?  It's the kind that is read at poetry readings, and there is a collective gasp, and silence, then standing ovation.

That's what this poem is.

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7 posted 2003-11-13 04:22 PM


No this poem is not standing ovations or shocked silence.. sorry Sunshine...

this breathes and in its exhale we are to sense the essence of its depths..and to always wonder at the things which lay between the lines and words which inspired it..

this is alive.. and stands on its own
without ovation or recognition... but is very likely to receive both.

Sunshine
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8 posted 2003-11-13 04:45 PM



Hey...I didn't say "shocked" silence.  
So I'm only half wrong?  

Corinne, I'll let Cpat have his say,
if you let me give you my applause.

Deal?  

jwesley
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9 posted 2003-11-13 04:59 PM


Just plain beautifully written / conceived / passionately expressed. Mucho applause, me friend.

jwesley

James_A_Fraser
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10 posted 2003-11-13 10:31 PM


I'll vote with the captain, I'd like to hear it read aloud.

                           TO HER.



~~J

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11 posted 2003-11-16 04:07 PM


Awesome work, Cor... how well I understand.
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