June 23, 1914 -
February 26, 2008
This weird wonderful
weaving lattice of illusions
simultaneously held and disregarded.
My sister believes my dear
demented mother left
for heaven sometime ago.
Simply put, Mom has gone
somewhere farther away
even than New York is
from San Francisco, some
where our mother attempts to
explain from an infinitely interesting
tower of tongues as though she were
the Oracle of Delphi at the last moments
providing wisdom to her children straining
to comprehend what wandering meanings
she finds for where she’s been when back
to time she journeys home to us.
mom and me.
We both toddle
in unfamiliar recognition.
My mother knows she loves,
not why this love,
Her smile beatific
looks into me,
When I attempt
to remind her,
shatters to bewilderment,
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Six-Word Poetry Memoir
I was tagged by Don Wentworth of the Lilliput Review to participate in the Six-Word Poetry Memoir forwarded by World Class Poetry Blog.
The game is an interesting twist on a challenge Earnest Hemingway was once offered. He bet $10 that he could sum up his life story in six words. He wrote: For Sale: baby shoes, never worn.
Evidently, this was discovered by Bookbabie who originated the current meme.I'm tagging anybody who reads this and linking to a few folks below. So, if you're reading this, consider participating.
Here's my own 6-word memoir.
"Less frightened than engaged, he lived."
Here are the rules:
- Write your own six word memoir
- Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you’d like
- Link to the person that tagged you in your post and to this original post if possible so we can track it as it travels across the blogosphere
- Tag five more blogs with links
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