Born of our arrogant indignation
We wake from the ashes
A first breath, cold with remorse
In the afterbirth, we search
For one last drop of forgiveness
Step, into your divine wilderness
A release, between forest greens
An ever-flowing river of ease
Through the vast expanse
Of untrammeled remains
Till this day we overcome
Bear witness to the slaughter
Of daybreak, dripping with contempt
For the countless masses left behind
As they weep with the knowledge
And the vision, of death’s dance
It’s touch, as you reclaim
That which rightfully is yours
Will she ever forgive us?
This is absolutely gorgeous.
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Maybe she’ll show us a way to forgive ourselves. Thank you for reading.
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It’s worth trying.
(anytime)
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You’re right, it is. I’ll try to remember that.
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Wow! That’s powerful River, brilliantly penned :O) x
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Thank you.
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this is so beautiful
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I appreciate that, thank you.
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Beautiful and tragic, River.
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Thank you for reading.
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This is absolutely Gorgeous! Rhythm, language, all of it!!!
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Thank you, Susan.
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This is so powerful, River! Just lovely.
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Thank you!
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My pleasure.
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Too late for forgiveness, I am afraid. Excellent poem.
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Maybe.
Thank you for reading.
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My pleasure!
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I can’t even say what I feel. It’s bigger than words. Thank you.
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Thanks, Rita.
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This is absolutely powerful and tragically lovely all at once. I found myself reading it slowly line upon line, over and over. Brilliant writing as always.
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I’m gonna get a t-shirt made that says “Tara Thinks I’m Brilliant!”
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That will totally give you legitimate street-cred
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That’s all I’m really looking for.
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Well now you’ll get it. Boom.
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First, thank you for following my blog.
This is a powerful poem River – I am happy to have discovered your writing through Michael. I enjoyed reading your “About” bio and your wife’s comment made me smile … hey, when you have a story or a poem in your head, it is a distraction and you simply must get it flowing from brain to fingertips before you lose that thought!
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Thank you. The feeling of discovery is mutual.
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Read over this three times. SO good.
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Thank you, that’s kind of you to say.
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Such a fitting tribute and your words seem to flow almost seamlessly.
I only hope it isn’t too late to seek forgiveness.
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Thank you very much for taking the time to read my work.
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This is a beautiful poem, River; it’s high time we seek forgiveness.
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Thank you, I appreciate that.
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My pleasure!
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An excellent read, I like the pendulum swing between contempt and adoration. Flowed very well. Great piece.
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Thank you, I really appreciate that.
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So beautifully poignant and so timely! Lovely poetry River.
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Thank you very much!
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You’re welcome, it’s my pleasure.
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Good poem! Powerful!
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Thank you.
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Gorgeous!! In love with your writing 🙌🏻♥️
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Thank you, that’s very kind of you.
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Well done, River! This poem flows. The longer lines work very well.
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Thank you, I appreciate that.
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This is brilliantly written ❤️
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Thank you very much!
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What a heartfelt dance with sincerity.❤
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Thank you for reading!
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Beautiful.<3
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Thank you.
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❤️❤️❤️
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Mothers always forgive, if we repent (which literally means, so I’m told, to “walk in the opposite direction”). It’s not too late, but we have to about-face together. I hope we can. This poem is really lovely, River. I love our Mother so much, and yet, I know I can personally do better for Her. ♥.
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Thank you very much for reading, and the thoughtful comment.
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My pleasure. ♥.
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Thank you for the reblog.
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Thank you for the inspiration. =) {{{{River}}} ♥.
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You’re welcome.
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Enthralling and heartfelt!
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Thank you.
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🙏
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perfect and ethereal thanks for sharing 🙂
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And thank you for reading.
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Reblogged this on words less spoken and commented:
perfect offering for Mother’s Day thank you River.
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I just found your blog River. This poem goes deep into me. Poignant and moving. I am now going to read more.
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I’m happy you found me! Thank you so much for the kind words.
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You are so very welcome. I a. Happy that I found you as well. I think it was through reading danimata’s blog
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I came back to this poem today, River, while building Cord X’s page on under1000skies. On 5.22 I link back to this since it goes with the quote. And as I read it, I got chills head to toe. Have you thought about this since, in the wake of what is possibly an answer from herself? A warning shot, but so loud and echoing we are still reeling. They say there is great hope and an end in sight for this pandemic. But I can’t help thinking of how well our Mother has flourished without us. ♥.
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Honestly, I don’t know what to think about anything. One thing though, maybe we over-inflate our importance/role in all this. A reflection of our ego and pride. I would guess that in the long run, our mother is going to be just fine. Us? Who knows.
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