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Apr 16 13, 09:13
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Nomad
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Real Name: Melinda Kemp Lyerly
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Referred By:JustDaniel
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Raising the Dead
You spoke to me through grass and loam; I could feel the reverberations of it in my ears, feel it sorrowing across my skin-- an empathetic harmony ringing in my bones.
Drifting as if a ghost through this grey garden of stones, I fill my hollow heart with the whole of lives decomposed to so few words: born and died, beloved and loving, mother, father, daughter, son-- blessed infant... I grieve for the loss of so many worlds other than my own.
Gliding, as if mere inches off the ground, my bare toes tread softly on dew-sodden grass; oh, my feet are joyful to drown! My head brushes against the sky and it musses my hair; my elbows bumpety-bump against the hours and days and years that flow by too swiftly for the living, though the dead are awfully generous and don't mind their wait. The happiness and the pain we tend to guard so jealously in life still pull at me with desperate hands, sending chills all the way through our unsettled past, but what remains guides true to what will eventually come.
When you whispered in my ear, I sucked in my breath-- my heart forgot its beat. So many times before I didn't understand; I'd get upset and not want to know, but time and loss and life, itself are surprisingly patient teachers. Anger and grief eventually learn to re-shape themselves into forgiveness and acceptance. I realize that there was something in you that I did not like in myself and had to learn to love the whole of you just as I must learn to love all of what lives on in me.
I listen, now, filled with forgiveness for us both and only a little of that righteously inherited stubbornness. After all, every daughter is born to trouble their father, and, goodness, wasn't I good at that?
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Apr 16 13, 11:03
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Real Name: Daniel J Ricketts, Sr.
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Referred By:Lori
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Wow, Mel.... There is SO MUCH evidence of wisdom, patience and empathy learned and earned through pain and trouble! There are many lines that I love, but these really jump out at me: The happiness and the pain we tend to guard so jealously in life still pull at me with desperate hands, sending chills all the way through our unsettled past, but what remains guides true to what will eventually come.Also, I was touched by the profundity of these lines: .... I realize that there was something in you that I did not like in myselfI LOVE your ending, but I wonder at the use of the (I know, today very current) unisex 'singular' "their"... since "daughter" obviates that in this case the "their" is simply "her"... so why not use "her" ? Anyhow, I want you to know that it is an absolute thrill to read you again, my friend!! deLightingly, Daniel
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Apr 18 13, 15:22
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Mosaic Master
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Real Name: Eira Needham
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Hi Melinda It has been such a treat to read your poetry again. I am so pleased you have found your way to MM. I love the mixture of emotions you have written in here. These lines particularly struck a chord: .... I realize that there was something in you that I did not like in myself I have noticed this about myself - I often point out faults in others that I actually have myself. I hope we'll be seeing more of your poems soon. Snow
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Apr 20 13, 01:02
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Ornate Oracle
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Referred By:David Ting
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Hi Melinda!
I don't think we've met before, but memory plays tricks on one.
Your poem is psychologically deep, as well as emotionally moving. I can hardly pick out preferences, but I love
QUOTE the hours and days and years that flow by too swiftly for the living, though the dead are awfully generous and don't mind their wait.
Wow, I'm speechless.
And what wonderful words for a cemetery:
QUOTE this grey garden of stones,
One suggestion to ToT:
QUOTE I'd get upset and not want to know, but time and loss and life, itself <<<<<<< move comma to after 'itself' are surprisingly patient teachers.
I also think it preferable to use 'her' in your marvellous finale.
Thanks for sharing, I've had such a satisfying read.
Psyche aka Syl***
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"There is no life higher than the grasstops Or the hearts of sheep, and the wind Pours by like destiny, bending Everything in one direction."
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Apr 20 13, 15:18
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Nomad
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Real Name: Melinda Kemp Lyerly
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Referred By:JustDaniel
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QUOTE (JustDaniel @ Apr 16 13, 12:03 ) Wow, Mel....
There is SO MUCH evidence of wisdom, patience and empathy learned and earned through pain and trouble!
There are many lines that I love, but these really jump out at me:
The happiness and the pain we tend to guard so jealously in life still pull at me with desperate hands, sending chills all the way through our unsettled past, but what remains guides true to what will eventually come.
Also, I was touched by the profundity of these lines:
.... I realize that there was something in you that I did not like in myself
I LOVE your ending, but I wonder at the use of the (I know, today very current) unisex 'singular' "their"... since "daughter" obviates that in this case the "their" is simply "her"... so why not use "her" ? Daniel! I'm thrilled that you like this poem, it means a lot to me. And, sir, you are quite right about using 'her' rather than 'their'. Thank you for seeing what I did not!
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Apr 25 13, 05:04
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Creative Chieftain
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G'day Melinda First time meeting. Truly a tug-of-war: an emotional mind searching duet. Just a few ideas to think about. Gliding, as if mere inches off the ground, my bare toes tread softly on dew-sodden grass; oh, my feet are joyful to drown! My head brushes against the sky and it musses my hair; my elbows bumpety-bump against the hours and days and years that flow by too swiftly for the living, delete, you have defined (hours,days, and years) though the dead are awfully generous and don't mind their wait. The happiness and the pain we tend to guard so jealously, in life delete again not needed (see above) still pull at me with desperate hands, sending chills all the way through our unsettled past, but what remains guides true to what will eventually come. A few repetitive things that caught my eye. Give or take. Regards, John
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Apr 26 13, 17:06
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Referred By:arnfinn
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G'day Melinda - what a thoughtfully constructed poem this is - the tinge of regret in the lines is almost tangible and no doubt there are many of us who have walked in your MC's shoes. QUOTE So many times before I didn't understand; I'd get upset and not want to know, but time and loss and life, itself are surprisingly patient teachers. Ain't that the truth. I also like your grey garden of stones, seems less threatening and daunting somehow with a softer gentler feel to it - rather Emily Bronteish. Johns suggestions I would also agree with but overall this is a sensitively written poem that demands to be read again and yet again. Well done. Cheers Maureen
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Apr 26 13, 21:44
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Mosaic Master
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Referred By:Imhotep
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Hello Mel, What a pleasure to read your poetry again! First, I must say how perfect the title is! Bravo. The tone you've set is smooth and stable and the word choices are wonderful. I've read this four times now in this writing. You've made a trip through the cemetary and the metaphors of reflection and nature so lifelike. I love 'garden of stone' and 'lives decomposed to so few words'. It actually struck a chord when I got to the bottom of S3, and I thought, How sad, but very true in this: The happiness and the pain we tend to guard so jealously in life still pull at me with desperate hands, sending chills all the way through our unsettled past, but what remains guides true to what will eventually come.Sometimes our entire lives are sheltered a bit - certain events we don't want to recall - but when that moment comes and you see how wonderful the memories really are (and the healing and the hurt of not having what you love be there with you still) - it makes you, well, you. I think this embodies that spirit and is telling of what life teaches us: that we must learn to understand and more importantly, accept the bonds that never fade, and as we age, may we all become more aware (and then cherish them). My only nit is here: Gliding, as if mere inches off the ground, my bare toes tread softly on dew-sodden grass; --LUV THIS! oh, my feet are joyful to drown! feet are joyful?? Iam getting hung up on this word choice. Perhaps the feet are elated? Enjoyed the read and the ending is a stunner. As with the others, I too was touched by the profound message here in these lines: .... I realize that there was something in you that I did not like in myselfIt made me think of a new suggestion - of potentially switching some of the lines at the end: It is like this now: Anger and grief eventually learn to re-shape themselves into forgiveness and acceptance. I realize that there was something in you that I did not like in myself and had to learn to love the whole of you just as I must learn to love all of what lives on in me.
I listen, now, filled with forgiveness for us both and only a little of that righteously inherited stubbornness. After all, every daughter is born to trouble their father, and, goodness, wasn't I good at that?What if you swapped these? Anger and grief eventually learn to re-shape themselves into forgiveness and acceptance. I listen, now, filled with forgiveness for us both and only a little of that righteously inherited stubbornness.
I realize that there was something in you that I did not like in myself and had to learn to love the whole of you just as I must learn to love all of what lives on in me.
After all, every daughter is born to trouble their father, and, goodness, wasn't I good at that?Enjoyed! ~Cleo
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