Saturday, October 31, 2009

PSYCHIC ABILITIES, PART 2

Mother told me she descended from Moors
Said she prayed to her ancestors
to heal our sins, relieve her misery,
turn our misfortunes to joy,
for her pain to disappear, go elsewhere,
Please, ... we’ve already had more than enough of our share
She prayed her days away
Upon her bed she lay the entire month of March
until one night her soul hitched a ride on the full moon
A decade later Mom visited the day I birthed my son
Begged for forgiveness for all she’d done
in love, she said I'd understand, I have a son
We two. Her words. Farewell.
Her breath. Fresh flowers. Her scent made my heart sigh.

© 1995

6 comments:

  1. Anonymous2:56 PM

    This is fourteen years ago? Still a good piece.

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  2. Anonymous1:36 PM

    as usual, a source of wonderful words and imageries! Psychic Abilities Part 2 is a very good poem! Love it, Joy! -- Nabina

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  3. Anonymous3:01 PM

    PS. I’ve left you a little something on my blog. Check it out :-)

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  4. I love the line: "until one night her soul hitched a ride on the full moon", I also love the pattern of the way the last four lines fall after "Begged for forgiveness for all she’d done" they have a breathy, unearthly sound when said outloud, which makes one think of something that is drifting away, just as your mother in poem/experience could drift back into the other world again after hearing those words softly patter upon her conscience.

    thanks for creating such a personal feel to the piece.

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  5. Very sweet, tender and humane...

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  6. This is so touchy!It's so sweet.

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