First Poem for My Sister
Sep 2nd, 2009 | By Connie Stadler | Category: Poetry | 279 views
A few months ago, a beautiful avatar,
And now we embark, we soar
On the pilgrimage of “rest of life”
Hand in hand.
And more …
Dear sister,
I love your creative
and your ditherings,
Your explosions, your frailties,
Your black-eyed, in your face,
“THIS is pretty?” challenges,
Your diamante heart.
We stand on the cusp of baptism anew
I know your quaking breaths
They match my own
The stoppings and the starts
But on my knees I vow to us.
Who’ve lived ‘twixt hands that mortar,
Pestle
Grind
That pain as path we trod is gone
Replaced by joyful hearts
in kind.
The bad will come, this I do know.
But family will vanquish all.
The victory of life.
A conquest for all time.
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About Connie Stadler: Constance Stadler has published over 300 poems and three chapbooks in her ‘first manifestation’ as a poet twenty years ago, and has just released two chaps Tinted Steam (Shadow Archer Press) Sublunary Curse (Erbacce) an eBook, Paper Cuts (Calliope Nerve). A new book Responsorials (with Rich Follett) will be released in fall 2009 (Neopoeisis Press). |
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