December Poetry Challenge
Hi folks! Still going strong. I really appreciate those of you who have been keeping up and following along with this Poetry Challenge. Thank you :-)
I’ve made the decision to post poems only from Monday to Friday to give all of us a break. Gives me a chance to get caught up on writing (and reading your blogs), and if you are following along, you can read at your leisure.
See you Monday. Hope you have a great weekend. And now, on to the next poem…
Cover me mother,
take me under your wing.
Hide me from this,
the remembering.
Darkness enraptures,
it pains me to watch.
Cover me mother,
take prisoner my thoughts.
Your shades of remorse,
overshadowed, unkind.
I misunderstand
your love redesigned.
Your actions, your words
strike misguided chords.
An innate connection,
in the past was adored.
Shaded in shadow,
recaptured from flight.
A memory rekindled,
of our similar plight.
Cover me mother,
take me under your wing.
Encourage this practice,
the remembering.
Photo credit: DerrickT
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You put a lot of thought into this poem. Nicely done. I don’t know how you are able to do, such beautiful poems everday. Mother’s always look after their children no matter what. You Rock!
Hi Davina,
When I think of what I learned from my mother the list is so long it would take me hours to compile. One thing that does stand out is related to work and life. She and my dad taught us that whatever we do (big or small) to give it 100%. That advice continues to stick with me.
P. S. Another beautiful poem. I don’t know how you do it, but I sure am happy you do. :) Have a great weekend.
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The poem fills me with a sense of longing, after all these years, for what I didn’t have.
My mother was a single mother in a time when that wasn’t common — and she did a very poor job of it. Fortunately, her parents were there for my sister and me until I was 15 — when I went to Texas to live with my mom. Mom had left us with my grandparents five years earlier when she went chasing off after a husband who had left her.
What have I learned from my mother? The importance of a stable and caring family life for one’s children.
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Hi Davina – Another home run. The discordant note this poem strikes is like a song played in a minor key. Like Mike perhaps, I was reminded of what might have been, projecting my own experience (and yours?) into it. It seems like it’s almost a plea for a lullabye to me. Your talent is amazing. Once you are done with this series you will have another book.
What Betsy said!
My mom taught me by example to persevere, be kind to all including animals, and to always try your best. Now with Alzheimer’s, and her remembering gone amuck, she still is a huge example of how to face adversity with grace.
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Hi Davina .. great poem and as Betsy put it .. in the minor key -I liked that. My mother is a source of strength even now .. she still wants to be there for me, and she can’t .. I have to draw on my inherited strength and positiveness for her .. and we cope. She is still incredibly intelligent, perceptive – was a trait a friend said this week, and she still amazes and keeps the staff amused (as is her intention) .. how she has learnt to adjust to her fate is extraordinary and my admiration is enormous.
So I am living my mother at the moment .. and still learning .. god bless them all .. “cover me mother, encourage this practice – the remembering” ..
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The poetry inspires and inspires your readers to allow energy to flow into creative outlets. This brings out a whole new level of consciousness and self-directed reflection. Blessings to you!
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Hmmmn, this to me seems like a bit of unfinished business with mother, but what the heck do I know?
My mother has taught me to laugh, love nature’s beauty, and to always put salt in the boiled potato water.
happy weekend!!
Stunning photo.
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Hi Jim.
Thanks. “No matter what.” I agree, thanks to mother’s instincts.
Hi Barbara.
Thank you. You and your blog are prime examples of giving something 100%. Methinks you learned well from your mom and dad.
Hi Mike.
I understand where you are coming from re the sense of longing — sorry to hear you missed those years. Some mothers seem to need just as much love and stability as their own children. You were fortunate her parents were able to be there for you… and she. I hope you all were able to make up for lost time in Texas.
Hi Betsy.
Thanks… I need to find me an agent :-) I absolutely LOVE what you’ve said here: “a plea for a lullabye”. What might have been sure plays quite a note doesn’t it? Or is that an echo…
Hi Lori.
Thanks ;-) Your mother sounds like a wonderful person. It must give you pleasure to be able to be there and support her, despite the circumstances.
Hi Hilary.
The strength people have to draw upon never ceases to amaze me. We are more powerful than we realize. That inherited strength and admiration will take you both a long way. Hugs!
Hi Liara.
When I read your comment I found myself thinking… energy wants to flow into creative outlets (without knowing where THAT came from). Thank you.
Hi Jannie.
Yeah… what the heck DO you know? :-) You’re absolutely right my dear. What I’ve come to realize is that my mother lived a painful life and as I was born her daughter I was witness to it. As a child I had to depend on her for my survival, but I also had to build ways to protect myself for my own survival. I couldn’t let ALL of her in. I see how I loved her when I tried not to. That is the “remembering” I referred to in the poem.
What would we do without laughter and nature?! I couldn’t imagine life without it could you? Your mother set THE example and Funster went with it. I’m glad you did… you’ve made me smile many times.
very very nice…it made me think of driving home after one of my childhood surgeries…no seat belts in cars yet…my Father would drive and my mother would allow me in the crook of her arm and to rest my head on her chest – so I would not feel motion sick….her only really cuddly time after baby hood…
Oh yes! and in hindsight it was great to have my siblings not in the car, because they made my life miserable when I had a turn in the front seat!
Lovely writing
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Davina – This is awesome. You’ve done a whole lot of posts without me looking though. I thought you were supposed to be cutting down but I can’t keep up with the reading.
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Hi Patricia.
That’s a lovely image of you being held by your mother. So comforting. Lol, sounds like your siblings had the same dynamics as our family. We used to fight over who got the window seats :-) (There were 3 of us.)
Hi Cath.
Thanks, glad you enjoyed it. I was supposed to be cutting down and then I saw this poetry challenge. The creative side of it caught my attention and I was hooked. Funny… I did start spending more time doing things other than blogging and blogging found a way to fit in. After THIS, posting once or twice a week will be like a holiday :-)
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