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boseiai
there have been an ocean of heartbeats
set deep
within your chest
pounding out a tuneless song
from sunrise
a child's feet wet upon the sand
tentative
anxious
s - t (stumble) e - p
to
st - ep
(hands waiting just within reach)
until the first steps
patterned
steady
walkingshufflingrunning
left and right
right and left
(hands always waiting just within reach)
scraped knees
shed tears
and
broken promises
and the child ages
spreading wings
morning heat breaking on the waves
stretching limbs
reaching for the sky
and the years pass as moments
(hands still waiting)
and the beat continues
silent
persistent
never wavering
and the wind whispers
with the voice of máithreachas
I'll love you forever
I'll love you for always
As long as I'm living
My baby you'll be
(hands always waiting
just within reach)
may 10, 2009
10:37 am
there have been an ocean of heartbeats
set deep
within your chest
pounding out a tuneless song
from sunrise
a child's feet wet upon the sand
tentative
anxious
s - t (stumble) e - p
to
st - ep
(hands waiting just within reach)
until the first steps
patterned
steady
walkingshufflingrunning
left and right
right and left
(hands always waiting just within reach)
scraped knees
shed tears
and
broken promises
and the child ages
spreading wings
morning heat breaking on the waves
stretching limbs
reaching for the sky
and the years pass as moments
(hands still waiting)
and the beat continues
silent
persistent
never wavering
and the wind whispers
with the voice of máithreachas
I'll love you forever
I'll love you for always
As long as I'm living
My baby you'll be
(hands always waiting
just within reach)
may 10, 2009
10:37 am
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i haven't written in months.
possibly years.
and i was laying about today listening to NPR and thought of my mother.
this isn't strange, as NPR always reminds me of my mother (despite it being mother's day today)
we are fairly close.
and even though we live about a thousand miles apart...
sometimes the emotional bond is palpable.
i felt that this morning.
so i wrote this poem.
i might try to start writing again.
get back into shape.
i apologize is this comes across as ...well... crap.
i'm out of practice and i've been up since yesterday sometime.
just thinking about napping now.
in case anybody was wondering...the title is
boseiai. which translates to "mother's love" in japanese.
i also use the word máithreachas, which, roughly translated ... means "mothering" in (irish) gaelic.
[spunj13]
possibly years.
and i was laying about today listening to NPR and thought of my mother.
this isn't strange, as NPR always reminds me of my mother (despite it being mother's day today)
we are fairly close.
and even though we live about a thousand miles apart...
sometimes the emotional bond is palpable.
i felt that this morning.
so i wrote this poem.
i might try to start writing again.
get back into shape.
i apologize is this comes across as ...well... crap.
i'm out of practice and i've been up since yesterday sometime.
just thinking about napping now.
in case anybody was wondering...the title is
boseiai. which translates to "mother's love" in japanese.
i also use the word máithreachas, which, roughly translated ... means "mothering" in (irish) gaelic.
[spunj13]
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out of practice perhaps, but your missteps are still some of the most impressive
i loved the flow of this...the rhythm with its halting stumbles and how perfectly it worked to help form your imagery
...wonderful work...
i loved the flow of this...the rhythm with its halting stumbles and how perfectly it worked to help form your imagery
...wonderful work...