I had a line stick in my head enough to make me want to write about it. Tonight, with pen in hand, I sat down & put it to use.
Tribal
She counted on me
In her time of need
I was not enough
Most assuredly
She required more
A time before
On the cusp of eternity
Where life stood
Long and high before me
More than exist
Thriving and dominating
Designed to conquer
And I did
Stark shadows loomedI
n the impending darkness
The connect was lost
Electricity once flowed
Powerful and defining
From my hand, my gift
Not potent nor healing
Now twisted and fated
Crimson waves cascaded
Through secreted openings
Pounding beats echoed
Rhythmic and circadian
Of ancient lore and tribal wisdom
Passed from elder to me
And I, wiser by opportunity
Watched the last of her
The end of her line
Fade before me
With knotted hands.
In case you were wondering what "the line" was that stuck with me, it was... "She counted on me."
1 comment:
Amie, you are the first poet I've ever "personally" known! I would love to pick your brain and understand exactly what you meant with each line to see if what I interpreted is what you intended.
I am extremely close to my grandmother and your words remind me of what I would feel at the end of her life.
Keep putting your heart into your blog, girl! You have a way with words that I love! ♥
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