Open Poetry #27 |
My Aunt Mamie |
marcel Senior Member
since 2003-03-02
Posts 660az, usa |
Aunt Mamie My aunt Mamie Sits on her porch, Rocking away the minutes of the light; She is content in her daily broodings. The beating sun Can do no more damage And her once ivory complexion Has darkened over time As the sweat follows the paths Of tears long since dried. In her lifetime She has danced in the rain And soaked in pain; She has walked under the stars And basked under hateful stares; She has watched sons become men And daughters become wives; She has seen others cry When tortured in discrimination eyes And heard others call her a “white lie”, But still she has survived. The cool evening shade comforts her memory And causes a momentary reflection Of black and white…. A simple smile across colorless lips As another day swallows this black albino, For hardship and hate see through the disguise. Marcel |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
Cool and inspirational poetry, here. It's captivating and well written! |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
a tough subject handled well the Mamie's of this world really are stronger than the lies |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Excellent write, certainly is difficult when one lives between two different worlds... not thought to be of one or the other... Requires great strength...Seems that must have been exactly what Mamie possessed... |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
wonderful write! |
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D'sWhisper Member
since 2003-06-16
Posts 68Washington, USA |
Very powerful work. I saw it all so clearly. <>DW<> |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
Wonderfully Penned! ARCTIC WIND |
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