Wednesday, October 24, 2012

My Mother Myself

This is a poem I wrote years ago but I added it to my memoir KIN DEEP and the Inability to Mourn published by www.bookpal in July 2012

Turning tides of fate
Loosely timed intervals
Of cause and effect determine
The penalty or the reward
From the sea of indulgence
Illicit love and lust
Excitement and exhilaration
Come doubt, guilt and recrimination
Disloyalty and desperation
The tidal gift, the innocent Leo child
Tabula Rasa
Secret words behind cupped hands
Whispers with lowered eyes
Identify the delivery as one of difference
Washed ashore on the prickly reef
Of worlds at war
Destruction, hopelessness
Discrimination, deceit
Rejection, poverty
Hunger, neglect
A thin line between love and hate.    Cornelia (Contag) Mac Erlean 2000copyright

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