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In Dimidio
I was once a young woman
raised for the inherited purpose
of finding a young man;
born and bred
from faithful stock,
I swallowed myself whole
without chewing
to become
my mother’s daughter;
but my sensory hedonism
and wild moon howling
regularly escaped
shoddily constructed confinement;
shame and regret followed me
like a loyal pup,
committed to shadowing
my every move
youth shoved me harshly,
with eyes rolled
at my sudden irrelevance,
slamming the door
loudly behind me
and turning the deadbolt
as if to make the point
that I won’t be allowed
to return;
the sweet giggles
of my babies
left to sit on blankets
in the cool shade
on sunny days
without me
I am not yet
an old woman,
bent with the burden
of carrying wisdom
gathered the hard way;
silver hair flowing
free of the weight of a crown
earned meeting expectations,
the weight of opinions
that never should
have been allowed
to matter in the slightest
shrugged from rounded shoulders,
the strong silk of quiet grace
softly draping them now, instead
old age
peeks through the chain-lock
at the other end of the hallway -
I’m too full of dreams, yet
to be invited in for tea;
with a voice made of the rasp
of having been dragged
across long miles
of rough pavement
she asks me to return
just as soon as I’m saturated
with memories instead,
preparing for
the inevitable end
is the flavor brewing
in the antique pot
on the stove
raised for the inherited purpose
of finding a young man;
born and bred
from faithful stock,
I swallowed myself whole
without chewing
to become
my mother’s daughter;
but my sensory hedonism
and wild moon howling
regularly escaped
shoddily constructed confinement;
shame and regret followed me
like a loyal pup,
committed to shadowing
my every move
youth shoved me harshly,
with eyes rolled
at my sudden irrelevance,
slamming the door
loudly behind me
and turning the deadbolt
as if to make the point
that I won’t be allowed
to return;
the sweet giggles
of my babies
left to sit on blankets
in the cool shade
on sunny days
without me
I am not yet
an old woman,
bent with the burden
of carrying wisdom
gathered the hard way;
silver hair flowing
free of the weight of a crown
earned meeting expectations,
the weight of opinions
that never should
have been allowed
to matter in the slightest
shrugged from rounded shoulders,
the strong silk of quiet grace
softly draping them now, instead
old age
peeks through the chain-lock
at the other end of the hallway -
I’m too full of dreams, yet
to be invited in for tea;
with a voice made of the rasp
of having been dragged
across long miles
of rough pavement
she asks me to return
just as soon as I’m saturated
with memories instead,
preparing for
the inevitable end
is the flavor brewing
in the antique pot
on the stove
Published 9th Mar 2020
| Edited 11th Mar 2020
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12th Mar 2020 3:53pm
Dear L,
Hmmm this has me thinking and reflecting. The imagery of how we begin, how we get to the middle and where we end is vivid and you’ve painted it in such glorious color. Truthfully, this piece beckoned me to look at old family photo’s and it was amazing to see how time marched on,and through,in some cases. Lots of good memories though all thanks to your write. A wonderfully thoughtful piece as usual my friend! H 🌷
Hmmm this has me thinking and reflecting. The imagery of how we begin, how we get to the middle and where we end is vivid and you’ve painted it in such glorious color. Truthfully, this piece beckoned me to look at old family photo’s and it was amazing to see how time marched on,and through,in some cases. Lots of good memories though all thanks to your write. A wonderfully thoughtful piece as usual my friend! H 🌷
13th Mar 2020 4:48pm
13th Mar 2020 1:51am
The slow, measured pace. The details, as they unfurl, with vivid imagery that passes fluidly from one snapshot to the next. It's utterly endearing, from end to end. I find myself full of resonant emotion.
13th Mar 2020 4:50pm
Growing older in this world is not for the faint of heart lol. Thank you, as always, for your kind assessment 💖
16th Mar 2020 11:31pm
Bridge to your future self and put her first like the deepest Shadow Work
18th Mar 2020 1:50am
17th Mar 2020 2:19am
Wow. You capture so much of a persons evolution in life. I'm sure many people relate. You are able to tell the tale we all know but cant convey, simply and eloquently. Nice write.
18th Mar 2020 1:50am
20th Mar 2020 00:56am
