Their voices
long silenced.
Mouths covered
by generations
of earth
are only heard
when their others
finally stop
to listen.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
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a daily poetry blog (minus weekends) and a nice way to not be a procrastinator...
2 comments:
I've been tracing my family back on ancestry.com. Weird stuff.
It's good to have you back. I was a little worried that I would be going it alone for awhile. This blog is a definite test in commitment and patience.
Anyways, I like how you use "others" instead of relatives. The word connotes a difference between the generations which there definitely is and would be. This poem seems to tie in with the earlier poems you wrote about gardening with the earth reference and all. Could you tie this one in even more?
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