Open Poetry #29 |
Silence of Knowledge, 1992 |
Sunshine
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Silence of Knowledge, 1992 It was a summer in extraordinary fold, when your visit that June ~ made more than special ~ for you held a first grandchild in arms, not saying to anyone that her wee weight pained you, but in holding her close, you winced ~ I saw it in your eyes. No word from you, no silent utterances like those you and I had shared from before, for you would do this act, this connection of life just to hold on a little longer. After all, you smiled in her smile, your first granddaughter, seeing more than any other could see, and felt the miracles begin, again. ~*~ We sat at the dining table, you and I, a game of cards, play to win, I wasn’t your daughter then, the spirit of competition high and you, set for blood sport, spirits, and conquest would be yours, you had to have the final hand. No way would I set your deal. Momentary relapse slipped me back to black and white in ’61, when you big-girled me with an overnight, you at work, a night shifting in answering phones that held the unseen from fear of dark shadows and late-night fevers, promises in a kinder voice that yes, doctor would soon call back, yes he would, now hold the babe in tepid bath, motherly advice, I remember, mothering those who had none to call… you had the b&w TV on, and I silently watching, you not knowing the b&w horror on that late late late show (which must have been 40’s, maybe even from when I was born) as it came on, with dark caves and people who seemed silver in color, gleaming from being exposed to radiation ~ you never knew it frightened me, you never saw me show my hand in shaking trepidation that I questioned this as our world… while you were taking care of those in need ~*~ The snap of card in win for gin brought me to look up again, see you in a summer’s light, pouring in on a face in fear behind the gray of determined, set, win. I had wanted to win, once, when younger, to put your arm back as my brother had father, to say “this is my strength, this is my time,” but this was not my time, for you had already given that to me, in coming to my home, in looking around, and acknowledging, you win. I wasn’t set to better you, I only wanted you comfortable, to find peace in knowing you had done a good job in allowing memories to live on, in knowing somehow, someway, I would carry on all that I knew, a storyteller, of sorts. ~*~ In our hushed talks during that last time, we had more quiet than chatter, and your silent utterances of eyes meeting eyes, jade and olive in kindly repartee, soul of mother greeting daughter in final knowledge, a silence ripping hearts, I knew you loved me as much as I had ever loved you. ~*~ In memory of J. S. Rilling 11-18-92 [This message has been edited by Sunshine (11-19-2003 11:15 AM).] |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
... Twice in one day you have managed to do this to me.. touched a place hidden away deep inside. Heart Hugs, Sis. |
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scorpio Member Ascendant
since 2002-10-02
Posts 5178right...there |
I read this and had to collect my thoughts. Karilea this is beyond talent or creativity. This is very poignantly personal. And very beautiful. believe in what your heart feels... |
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Greeneyes
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
Karilea~ I feel as though I am trespassing on a conversation that is so beautiful, and so personal....I will tiptoe away, leaving behind a small note of grace....so touching... Lauren~ ~~**~~ I had a dream last night |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Karilea, oh goodness gracious. This is so moving. Simply precious. hugs, Chris Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf. -Tagore |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
The depth of this, the subtle interplay....going back to read again, this time for a writing lesson. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
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I felt as though I was standing just there outside the window watching these very vernerable women and felt very much like it was an intrustion into something very private between two caring individuals. Extremely beautiful write, and very very well done mum.... |
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EvocativeVerse2 Senior Member
since 2003-09-10
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WOW! Thats all I can say to this. Remember, if you're not part of the future, you're history! |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
A storyteller, indeed. *S* motherly advice, I remember, mothering those who had none to call… These lines paint such a picture... all the others add wonderful details... but with these alone, I'd recognize her... Beautiful work, dear lady! |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
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the moth will be back when she can worship this without distraction... its been one of those days here... (ykikyk) When I'm with you my eyes are so wide ... |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Very powerful work. Thank you for sharing it. |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
what a look into your world you have shown through this very personal and poignant piece of someone that dearly touched your life |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
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Very nice writing...enjoyed ..thank you.. Goldenrose. ''Each soul is potentialy divine..the goal is to manifest that divinity'' |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
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She has become a force in your pen...her "silent utterances" ... your gift of words...the connection between poet and muse...mother and daughter...and the knowing that the daughter has come into her own... now look at your picture next to the poem and know...the circle is constant. tis a very lovely thing to witness. When I'm with you my eyes are so wide ... |
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Patricia Member Elite
since 2003-04-06
Posts 2160Missouri |
And in this momentary silence (no child tugging at my arm or mind at this moment) I return to your story, your memory, and am so warmed by what I have read. How vividly you have written. I feel as if I were peeking through the window at the two of you...and in my mind, I watch your interaction and smile...smile in knowing that you know she loved you. Yes, Karilea, your storytelling touches me once again. Patricia |
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