How We Rise

How We Rise

A Poem by Kristina Moulaison
"

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

© 2016 Kristina Moulaison


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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.

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Kristina Moulaison

10 Years Ago

I love that! Thank you!



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Heritage and lineage..far more important than most realize.
Well done on this..

Enjoyed it.
Scott

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kristina Moulaison

10 Years Ago

Thanks Scott! I appreciate you reading!
Scott Metro

10 Years Ago

:)
Scott......
This is truly a wonderful poem.Yes our loved ones live on in us you have penned this splendidly :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kristina Moulaison

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much!
Vidya Bacchus

10 Years Ago

You are welcome :)
'. 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'

This is superb writing, whether it be prose, poem or thought laid in a silver chain. You really do paint miniatures line by line, phrase by phrase and with obvious delight. You write from the heart, yet use a poet's skill of making pictures in the mind.

More, many more, should read your work.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kristina Moulaison

10 Years Ago

Thank you for reading Emma! I really appreciate the kind review! :)
You have an amazing talent with imagery and the flow of your words. You are gifted :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kristina Moulaison

10 Years Ago

Wow, thanks! I appreciate it! :)
Wow.. this is really powerful.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kristina Moulaison

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much!

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Added on February 18, 2014
Last Updated on May 25, 2016
Tags: DNA, family, reincarnation, afterlife

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Kristina Moulaison
Kristina Moulaison

Bellingham, WA



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I write. Read me. We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, la.. more..

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