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mother
Contributed by
priss
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Monday, 26th February 2007 @ 11:17:20 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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mother looks down on me
as weirdness is misting upon her
her burden is
her first born freak.
tragedy adorned
since the hour i was born,
miles and miles
of disappointment
have her tired and worn.
forgive me, mother
for i never aim to please you.
time is an open field
where i dance and play freely
and bury the existence
of your resistance
to me.
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2007-02-26 23:17:20]
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Re: mother
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by emystar on
Monday, 26th February 2007 @ 11:42:06 PM AEST
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Sounds like you earned your right to fly freely.
Awesome writing.
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Re: mother
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by Spike on
Tuesday, 27th February 2007 @ 05:00:00 AM AEST
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Priss,
such wonderful phrasing as miles and miles of disappointment and subtle imagery (time is an open field where i dance and play freely in the midst of such heart wrenching declarations of self.
Parents -and children -can be so damaging in their looks, their comments and interactions, but at least adults are reasonably fully formed before they feel the barbs of rejection. And what rejection tops that of our mothers?
Wonderful, wonderful poetry, painful, passionate and heart wrenching. Thank you for posting.
S
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Re: mother
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by lillyjane on
Tuesday, 27th February 2007 @ 05:30:26 AM AEST
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| A sad but lovely poem, I always thought I never asked to be born as my mother was very distant to me so can relate to this. xxx |
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Re: mother
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by needledancing on
Wednesday, 28th February 2007 @ 08:06:02 AM AEST
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| I can not believe a mother could ever view a child as a disappointment...but as in the poem to the child Time is an open field where I dance and play freely and bury the existence of your resistence....is so beautifully put. Thank you |
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Re: mother
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 13th March 2007 @ 01:03:11 PM AEST
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Wonderful again, priss! When Spike says so, it's so. I don't even know if I can spell my word of compliment correctly without a dictionary, but here goes ... succinct. This poem is a succinct declaration of "may that resistance rest in peace". Wow!
wabl
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