How We Rise

My ancestors live in me.

My grandmother rises in me,

how the crown of her hair lies in sunlight

and into the wrinkle of her cheek folded reticence

is hid, the mist of years salting air, in tears, in our

shared blood, laughter hand blown through trees, soft

glass whispered particles buried with seed and moist

dirt, her knees touching earth, her voice infusing the

hills against my eardrums, my mind formed and feeding

from the ground, her laying up against hunger, her

wanting, thrown as spirit, high against blister-filled

wind, a boomerang of changeling charms, lying wait in

soft flour folded over dough, heart shaped, fine dust

helix, furnace stoked nights of rosary turning,

me rising from the ash

Reviews

[Jack...]

I love how this piece just grabbed me and held on. From the very first word to the last, it would not let go and I could not be happier. This was wonderfully written, almost as if I weren't reading it at all, like it was reading itself to me. Very cool.

[Kristina Moulaison]

I love that! Thank you!

[Lucien Maier]

Wow! great pull and concepts. Very well put together.

[Kristina Moulaison]

Thanks Lucien...I appreciate it! :)

[Ken Simm.]

A remarkable piece with intricate details and soft flowing memories. If I had to give a single description. I would say lacelike, but with inner strength.
I am always fascinated when someone writes in the character of the subject matter as you hve done here.

[Kristina Moulaison]

Thank so much for reading and sharing your thoughts...it is very appreciated!

[Frieda P]

An exquisite read, whispers upon the soul of inborn character and time's passing. You delve into spirit and knock'd the wind out of me....outstanding.

[Kristina Moulaison]

Thanks so much, Frieda!

[A. Amos]

Wonderful work and complete pleasure reading such a amazing piece, thank you for sharing....

My grandmother rises in me.....beautiful start! Bravo!

[Kristina Moulaison]

Such a kind review...thank you so much!

[John Ryan]

I love the diction of the poem, "Blister-filled wind", "fine dust helix furnace".
Its a wonderful read.
Theres no set meter or rhyme which gives it an Emily Dickinson feel.

Keep it up, you are a wonderful writer and i cant wait to see what you have to offer in the future.

[Kristina Moulaison]

Thanks so much for this! :)

[Traci]

I am so thankful Emma Joy sent me a RR for this. This is the second piece of yours I've had the pleasure of reading, and I am so glad to have come across a new soulful writer. This is so much more than just words, they are heartfelt, and the imagery is amazing, especially this part:

the mist of years salting air, in tears, in our
shared blood, laughter hand blown through trees, soft glass
whispered particles buried with seed and moist dirt, her
knees touching earth, her voice infusing the hills
against my eardrums, my mind formed and feeding
from the ground,

Will definitely be back to read more.

[Kristina Moulaison]

Wow, I will have to thank Emma Joy! I so appreciate your kind review! thank you!

[icelandicblue]

We always carry a piece of whence we came and your imagery is filled with rich imagery and with love. I was especially struck by the myriad of emotions and the depth of emotion that you have crafted throughout the poem.

[Kristina Moulaison]

Thanks so much for reading and for the thoughtful review! I really appreciate it!

[Leslie Philibert]

Like this, a prose poem with lots of clauses that make it a breathless and interesting, nice line breaks,
good work.

[Kristina Moulaison]

Thank you for reading and leaving your thoughts...I appreciate it!

[Sami Khalil]

A wonderful read and write. Touching...:)...................

[Kristina Moulaison]

Thank you Sami! :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)............................