Steeped in the abundance of stories told
She grew
A hum of voices lulling her spirit
Into fullness
Repeating names
Describing places of long ago
An island,
Houses perched Precariously
On cliffs
Beaten by a Vehement sea
Bountiful Traditions, ice fishing
carving, and Dancing – a life
Of millennia –
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Like a wash of color
Deeply embedded
In the fiber of her being
Woven into her flesh
Is a longing She can’t define,
Pointing to her ancestors
She explains
That is where they lived
Half the year, in the Winter
She herself, has never been,
Imagines, smells, thirsts
A life no longer lived
Yet beats on, in her existence
Courses through her body
Evokes memories
Which are not hers – But Are –
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With the persistence of a Survivor
She tells you
Of this world lost
To the arbitrary western mind
how she wants to return,
like one robbed of her Belonging
Her inheritance
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King Island, Alaska Photograph Dave Cohoe
Absolutely love it, Kiki! What stunning imagery.
Dear Melissa! Thank you! Love to know you love it!
All time exists all the time. Our DNA a manifestation of all that is. You are describing not just a place and a moment, but a confluence of what it is to be a beloved being of this Universe. Wunderbar Kiki!!
Danke Schatzi! Deine Stimme zu hören, ist mir ganz lieb und bedeutungsvoll!
Beautiful, Kiki! And how beautiful and awesome it is that through poetry not only we share experiences but also we can realize that it’s only one heart, ever, always, one heart that can only get bigger.
Merci! Ignacio du grand coeur!
Mommy this is about me!!!!! I love you, and I love it! ❤️
very beautiful. Love the imagery of knowing a place but never having been there. Living it through the memories and stories of others.
Thank you dear Tammy!
So beautifull Kiki , a lot of lovely feelings …
Merci Karim!