Speaking of poetry! I remember once when you graced a photo of mine with your wonderful words Jen. Maybe if
you can find the time(I know you are swamped)you might put something Intoxicating together for this pic..
You know I would be honored to have you do that..
We chased each other
in the summer sun,
our striped-towel capes
stolen from the linen
closet
gave us super powers...
While yours provided invisibility -
mine
allowed me to fly
up into the highest tree branches
to spy on the boys
hoovering around
the bird bath,
whispering to each other
about how girls cant be superheros
because
they would cry too much
and get hurt too easily
during important battles
with mutant
aliens and giant ants...
And when you pulled your cape away
revealing your prescence
too soon -
he pushed you down into the dirt
and ripped your dress...
Deafened by
the roar of their laughter -
they didn't hear my battle cry,
as I lept from the highest
branches -
fists balled and teeth clenched,
jumping through the air,
over Grandma's
rose bushes -
ready to land with fists flying.
Only - I had overestimated
the
power of the green striped terry cloth
tied around my neck -
and the boy's ability to cast
spells
commanding all garden life
encompasing the bird bath
to protect them at all
costs -
...even death.
But they had underestimated
the power of little girls -
when their sister's tears
required immediate warfare
for the sake of honor and
love.
They stood wide eyed -
watching the blood
running down a torn knee
as I stood fuming with rage
oblivious to the wound
Id sustained during my flight -
trampling the fallen one
into the mud under my sandal.
And after their retreat
-
your tiny hug nearly choked me,
proving to both of us
just how strong girls can
be...
Then we wrapped ourselves
in your cape to hide us again -
as we pulled the
petals
off the fallen rose lying at our feet -
just as broken as we were...
I have
a scar on my right knee -
two inches of jagged white
that my razor knicks,
every time I
shave my legs,
and as I bleed tiny drops
onto new terrycloth towels
I am reminded -
just how strong we've had to be...
and wish -
that we could be invisible together
just once -
while our wounded hearts heal.
_______________________________________
Dont know - thats what fell out.
I
guess Im wishing I could have some one on one time with my sister. I havent had a time to be "grieving
daughters" with my sister, since my mom died - I always have kids with me or a husband or family or whatever. I
think Im really craving some kind of getaway with her - so we can just go and be..grieving
sisters/daughters and finally get to deal with it all.
Hmmmm sorry Play - I didnt realize it
would bring out something so gloomy. :( Your photo is beautiful. Cant say much of the same for the poetry.
:)
You know what? Half way through reading this I was getting the feeling that you were thinking about your
sister. I can tell she is very special to you, as was your mother. I think if it helps you to better deal with
the death of your mom, then you should have some time with your sister..
As for your poem..
Well I know alot of people that know you and that are close to you think you're Wonderwoman.. And I think her
best weapon was her Strength. Stay strong.
I thank you for honoring this photo with your
wonderful words..
You are welcome to any time you like..
justplainjen said:
wow. The title makes this photo even more striking.
Its poetry together.
playball said:
Speaking of poetry! I remember once when you graced a photo of mine with your wonderful words Jen. Maybe if you can find the time(I know you are swamped)you might put something Intoxicating together for this pic.. You know I would be honored to have you do that..
justplainjen said:
We chased each other
in the summer sun,
our striped-towel capes
stolen from the linen closet
gave us super powers...
While yours provided invisibility -
mine allowed me to fly
up into the highest tree branches
to spy on the boys
hoovering around the bird bath,
whispering to each other
about how girls cant be superheros
because they would cry too much
and get hurt too easily
during important battles
with mutant aliens and giant ants...
And when you pulled your cape away
revealing your prescence too soon -
he pushed you down into the dirt
and ripped your dress...
Deafened by the roar of their laughter -
they didn't hear my battle cry,
as I lept from the highest branches -
fists balled and teeth clenched,
jumping through the air,
over Grandma's rose bushes -
ready to land with fists flying.
Only - I had overestimated
the power of the green striped terry cloth
tied around my neck -
and the boy's ability to cast spells
commanding all garden life
encompasing the bird bath
to protect them at all costs -
...even death.
But they had underestimated
the power of little girls -
when their sister's tears
required immediate warfare
for the sake of honor and love.
They stood wide eyed -
watching the blood
running down a torn knee
as I stood fuming with rage
oblivious to the wound
Id sustained during my flight -
trampling the fallen one
into the mud under my sandal.
And after their retreat -
your tiny hug nearly choked me,
proving to both of us
just how strong girls can be...
Then we wrapped ourselves
in your cape to hide us again -
as we pulled the petals
off the fallen rose lying at our feet -
just as broken as we were...
I have a scar on my right knee -
two inches of jagged white
that my razor knicks,
every time I shave my legs,
and as I bleed tiny drops
onto new terrycloth towels
I am reminded -
just how strong we've had to be...
and wish -
that we could be invisible together
just once -
while our wounded hearts heal.
_______________________________________
Dont know - thats what fell out.
I guess Im wishing I could have some one on one time with my sister. I havent had a time to be "grieving daughters" with my sister, since my mom died - I always have kids with me or a husband or family or whatever. I think Im really craving some kind of getaway with her - so we can just go and be..grieving sisters/daughters and finally get to deal with it all.
Hmmmm sorry Play - I didnt realize it would bring out something so gloomy. :( Your photo is beautiful. Cant say much of the same for the poetry. :)
Ill do better next time ;)
playball said:
You know what? Half way through reading this I was getting the feeling that you were thinking about your sister. I can tell she is very special to you, as was your mother. I think if it helps you to better deal with the death of your mom, then you should have some time with your sister..
As for your poem.. Well I know alot of people that know you and that are close to you think you're Wonderwoman.. And I think her best weapon was her Strength. Stay strong.
I thank you for honoring this photo with your wonderful words..
You are welcome to any time you like..