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Hearting Up – A Story of Origins

(For Poetry Train and Two for Tuesdays V)


Hearting Up –
A Story of Origins

Her life began

in bubbles and brandy,
joining
chocolate-caressed strawberries
and velvety lemon sponge cake.

Before she was born,
her senses filled
with
sounds
of ancient
melodies,
strummed on
ethereal
violas and cellos.

And yet,
no
kin
may recreate the
sounds.

As life arose within her,
emerald English ivy
climbed the walls around her,
trailing in every direction
to shield her
infant skin
from the sun’s
white-hot ray
s.

The clan, nomadic
hunters
of medieval
artifacts,
welcomed her arrival
with
music and madness,
which soon evolved into
revelry
and fairly shook the
snow
from the mountains above.

Always seeking
a
forbidden secret within,
like a banished boon,
she learned to walk
in the quiet hours of the night.

Somehow, she sensed
the
safety in silence.

Her search ended

atop a cracked rock,
beneath the shadow
of a chipped wooden
cross.

There,
in the ever-growing darkness,
a single light
penetrated the unseen corners
of her hidden
heart.

Family lore
entwined her
soul
for years,
as
yarns were spun
in colors of truth and
falsehood.

Knots and tangles
beckoned her
into the mesh,
but still she struggled
to
pull away.


Faded family photographs
boast of unanimous smiles.

Printed
memories
belie the buried
blames
and swept-up
sarcasms
of every
act.

Only the
glossy images remain.

A string of well-worn
pearls
and a tarnished
cameo brooch
beg to share
what human flesh cannot.


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9 comments:

  1. I really love these lines towards the end:

    'Faded family photographs
    boast of unanimous smiles.

    Printed memories
    belie the buried blames
    and swept-up sarcasms
    of every act.'

    Very laden with history between the lines.

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  2. "only the glossy images remain"

    i love this.

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  3. A string of well-worn pearls
    and a tarnished cameo brooch
    beg to share
    what human flesh cannot.


    These lines are wonderful. I love listening to the stories old jewelry and family heirlooms have to tell.

    Thank you for joining Two for Tuesdays!

    Heather

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  4. wonderfully written. it seem to recall ancient times but then you mention photographs but still a lovely poem

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  5. that was intensely beautiful... a legacy... i believe all of us would like to know we left something of true value behind.

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  6. "A string of well-worn pearls
    and a tarnished cameo brooch
    beg to share
    what human flesh cannot."

    You are so talented, Linda! This evokes so many pictures in the minds eye. I am very visual so this sort of writing is beautifully descriptive to me.

    I am so glad you got your t-shirt! Hey, can I say once more, "My Bad"? since I apparently forgot to address in your name! Yikes! :)

    This is normal for me!

    Well I hope your daughter drools over it!

    Have fun! and thanks for stopping by!

    God bless!
    Maria

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  7. Thanks for stopping by. I LOVE poetry. I will be back. I hve written a few of my own...but yours are awesome!

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  8. Love it, it is so full of family and tradition in between the lines. Hugs Mary

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