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Carry
From a drought-riddled stream
she carries water upon shoulders
burned black when her mother still lived,
her bare feet widened from miles trod,
and the weight of woven reed baskets
that quench the family working the fields
when her youth and daylight fades,
and fire flares bright in the clay hearth
until the next day--
from a drought-riddled stream
she carries water upon shoulders
burned black when her mother still lived.
she carries water upon shoulders
burned black when her mother still lived,
her bare feet widened from miles trod,
and the weight of woven reed baskets
that quench the family working the fields
when her youth and daylight fades,
and fire flares bright in the clay hearth
until the next day--
from a drought-riddled stream
she carries water upon shoulders
burned black when her mother still lived.
Published 24th Nov 2015
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24th Nov 2015 1:33pm
The repeat of the first verse gave this a sisyphus sp? Feel. Day in and day out but still no further.
Although this woman seemed to run centuries deep. Have her generations in her very skin and existence.
Beautiful dove
Love
Jennifer
Although this woman seemed to run centuries deep. Have her generations in her very skin and existence.
Beautiful dove
Love
Jennifer
24th Nov 2015 1:49pm
Dearest Jennifer, love, you have read it for everything that little piece is worth and can offer the reader. I'm about to head in for bed and I'll do so with the smile you've given me for how beautifully you've embraced it. Thank you so much, and I hope your day will be beautiful...
dove preens in preparation for rest as she lovingly coos,
Jadey xoxo
dove preens in preparation for rest as she lovingly coos,
Jadey xoxo
24th Nov 2015 7:06pm
Circularity is born of, just as people are products of their environment. It's very sad for the most part. But who is to say that those who aren't aware of more aren't happy as they are?
Indeed. It's their lot and they do what they can with what they have or don't have. Many people have a different way of perspective/perception as well (living & working urban mostly inside of structures like buildings with segmented rooms), whereas those who had always lived and worked/toiled outdoors saw the drawing as something totally different (I wish I could remember what it was they thought they were looking at). We are all conditioned that way if our lives have limited perspectives. I think it's like not missing what you don't have/know.
