after Kimberly Blaeser’s When We Sing of Might
at 3pm, the sun wears my 20’s feet. unsure how bright to glow yet certain that the west exist to swallow it like a sea’s wide mouth.
i am almost 30. as i blow more candles, i find myself ageing like my mother and the mothers before her. the mirror often shows I dress in their stories patterned and purple as night.
Maya Angelou once said “i come as one but stand as 10,000”.
I am on my own, in a foreign land with a pocket filled with my mother’s prayers – thousands of suns unyielding to gravity, above, over me.
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There was a lot in those words, and a very powerful, conclusatory paragraph…
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Thank you so much, Ain! Also, I have not been able to read yours as I do not have an account on Medium. Hoping to sign up soon!
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Please don’t worry, I found out out this signing up thing for readers recently and it is annoying, so am looking at moving my account somewhere!
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oh got it. WordPress would be a nice place. Though Medium also has its perks. 🙂
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Lovely images and sensations in this write, areadingwriter (Rosemarie?) I love the last line especially 🙂
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aha. thank you for noticing the last line, Sunra! and yes, Rosemarie or Rosema or Rose. Whichever. 🙂
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🙂
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This was lovely–and filled with much poetic truth.
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Amazaing how layered this is. Nice write
Thanks for dropping by to read mine
Much💜love
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Thank you very much, Gillena, and you’re welcome. 💙
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thank you for noticing the layers, Gillena. and it’s always a pleasure. 🙂
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thank you heaps, Merril!
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You’re welcome heaps!
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So beautiful! Delightfully expressed.
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thank you for those lovely words, Ingrid!
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A wonderful use of the prompt. We are the product of many gone before. And, hopefully we can dress the future in the same beautiful purple!
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“We are the product of many gone before. ” How profound, Roth! Thank you!
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Thank you very much! You may call me Dwight if you wish. :>)
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Oh my old mind keeps on forgetting! thank you, Dwight!
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Don’t worry… It is no problem.
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Rosemarie,
This lifted me so profoundly in its light, the light of “being” in the afternoon, the candle light, the light of those who have gone before, but especially, “my mother’s prayers – thousands of suns.” Simply put, profoundly felt.
Pax,
Dora
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how poetic your comments are, Dora. really a delight to receive them. thank you!
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Lol, are they? You inspire me. 🙂
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they are! you are ever sweet. ❤
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Rosema, I feel a constellation of emotions in your prosery. It’s a heavy burden to be forced to keep carrying especially when the destination feels so far away 😦
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oh how true, Ms. Jade. you are correct. sometimes it is heavy. thank you!
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You’re very welcome ❤
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deep connections but also loneliness, profound layers in this one Rosema …
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indeed, dear Kate. things that are permanent. thank you, dear!
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That is such a fantastic quote, Rosema… I really feel you in this piece.
❤
David
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thank you, David!
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Well done. You packed a lot into few words. 🙂
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thank you, Bill!
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I hear such love in your words. They drew me back for a third read. A fantastic piece.
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oh that’s so wonderful to hear, Ms. Ali. Thank you.
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