My Mom
Anna Cavellini
June 23, 1914 -
February 26, 2008
Heaven?
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.
Mother
Switch thrown
dawn engulfs
mom and me.
We both toddle
in unfamiliar recognition.
My mother knows she loves,
not why this love,
Her smile beatific
looks into me,
to know
something of
her longing.
When I attempt
to remind her,
this fascination
shatters to bewilderment,
“You mean
you came
through me?!”
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.
Here's my own 6-word memoir.
"Less frightened than engaged, he lived."
Here are the rules:
Big Bridge and Michael Rothenberg
Jim Spitzer's Art Gallery
Anna Cavellini
June 23, 1914 -
February 26, 2008
Heaven?
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.
Mother
Switch thrown
dawn engulfs
mom and me.
We both toddle
in unfamiliar recognition.
My mother knows she loves,
not why this love,
Her smile beatific
looks into me,
to know
something of
her longing.
When I attempt
to remind her,
this fascination
shatters to bewilderment,
“You mean
you came
through me?!”
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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
Big Bridge and Michael Rothenberg
Jim Spitzer's Art Gallery
11 comments:
Ed:
I'm very sorry to hear about the passing of your mother. There is no more trying time.
You will be in my thoughts.
best,
Don
I'm sorry for your loss. My mom is very sick right now. One night I had a dream that she died and when I woke up my heart actually hurt. I was afraid it was a kind of "dry run" for when it really happens. Whatever our relationship is with our parents, the finality of their death is a shock. I'm glad you wrote a memoir, it was nice to "meet" you:)
Dear Ed,
Please accept my condolences on the death of your mother.
"Mourned and lost? Disassembled for reconstruction."
Sincerely,
Joe Brenner
Don, Bookbabie, Joe, and (in advance) to all who may follow,
Thank you so very much for your expressions and friendship. They mean a great deal to me!
Appreciatively,
Ed
6-word memoir: I don't have a blog but here's mine:
"Sleeping with the dictionary, she dreamt."
No matter at what age it happens, the death of your mother is always a coming to terms with. Please accept my sympathy.
Paula K
Like your poems. Feel free to post them on my poetry website. Peace
Jon at Teeny Poet,
Thank you. I too am an Aquarian. Jan 24th. Feel free to post away.
Your new friend,
Ed
Sorry to hear of your mum's death. Your choice of words i.e. "Death" is so much greater than passing, passed away etc. Tuta bene koompah!!!
lou
Sorry about your mom. Mine went a while back from cancer.
Liked the six-word challenge. Came up with something in the middle of the night: "never let up on the throttle."
John
6-word memoir:
"Came, saw, got dumped all over."
Hi, Ed,
Love reading your P3 and your poetry site when they arrive: have I ever told you? If not, please excuse.
How's this for a 6-word life memoir:
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migratory
hummingbird
hovering
still
sipping
nectar
Warm regards,
V.
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