Born of a Copper Miner.

KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
When I was a child, and the wind blew hard,
I walked sideways down the street,
hoping a tornado would lift me off my feet.

My father told me about an Irish town
where union workers toiled.
Six drinks down, the story spoiled.

My mother told me of a mythical city
Where the Virgin Mary looked down.
I found out later it was the same Irish town.

I prayed for something to take me away,
away from our house.
Away to Our Lady of the Rockies.

My mother heard my prayers,
and she sweetly swore she loved me.
She held me close and kissed me.

My father heard them too,
and he swore he wouldn't suffer me.
A bottle broke, and the bad ashes hit me.

The sun burned holes in my face.
The sun beat down on Our Lady of the Rockies.


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The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    This one is interesting. :) (Thanks for posting the picture of the statue too.)
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  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    hey thanks for the kind words.
    The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

    I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    *sits quietly amazed in a library chair* :)
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • I like the form and the theme too. It's a very musical piece, suited to folksong.
  • AliAli Posts: 2,621
    I agree.Thanks for the picture and poem...They were very touching....:)
    A whisper and a thrill
    A whisper and a chill
    adv2005

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    The 11th Commandment.
    "Whatever"

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  • ISNISN Posts: 1,700
    good poem...
    My mother heard my prayers,
    and she sweetly swore she loved me.
    She held me close and kissed me

    these lines are resonant with me, because I clutch my baby to me and shower him with sweet kisses
    ....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
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