Month: December 2014

Immortalizing Those We Love

kikirosner

In your honor

I tie my sandals,

Wipe the Dust off the table

Open the Window

In your honor

I break twigs

Build fire

Cook the food I like

never settle for Less

never compromise

Always accept what I am given

In your honor

I exercise my limbs

at times strenuously

other times less

but always with Purpose

In your honor

I bow to the power

of what I might not know

Yet stand up

For that which I do Know

In your honor

I grow Lavender

all around your house

 Our house

Watch the Bees buzz

their Worker circuits

Tirelessly,

In your honor

I sit on this Hill

Overlooking your favorite Vista

See you everywhere

I set my Gaze

The Black Mountains in the distance

Where You Once Fought

the Cypress

Where You Now Rest,

the Sunflowers

the Wheat, and finally

the Ever-Giving

Fig

In Your Honor

Borio Blanco Trees

The Tale of Lost and Found Grandparents

kikirosner

Living in their Absence,

is like entering a room

still carrying the Scent

of a person no longer there,

a Lingering, that never leaves,

I get used to, so think is gone,

the Sensation there is something else,

never the Confirmation

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Until one day they Emerge,

my Elders

living inside me

shyly or boisterously

the scent intensifies

the lingering becomes immanent

My ancestors appear, nod their heads

smile, then fade;

only a few remain,

ones I can Visualize best,

ones I never knew I had

was not surprised by

*

My Ancestors

the long line of Souls

Crowding at the door

to get a look at me,

their Continuance

*

Duplicata grandparents

Art Work by Yaron Rosner

Of Breath & Bones

kikirosner

I see you from my Distance

Watching those Steadily

Rise, as you have,

Observing them cultivate

Favor, all be it awkwardly,

mistaking  indispensable

Sincerity for

Brawn unwittingly

short-lived

 

Yet you, Continue

Plodding

Clear as to our Condition

Transparent too, as to that

Cellular make up

One which doesn’t Linger

One which doesn’t wait

 

you Smile at the Hubris

of young muscle

(your giving heart

has witnessed

so many)

 

Will they persevere

Upon hitting the Wall

of Time?

Will they, as you do

learn to Harness

Inner Strength?

Summon Might

Learn Beauty,

Power,

All Present

in the Adversity

of an Ageing body?

 

Or will they Break

Retire, knees and hips buckling

As they decline to Bend

to the Inner Sanctum

of Breath and Bones?

 

Art Work by Yaron Rosner

Art Work by Yaron Rosner

 

Stepping into the History of my Condition

kikirosner

I watch a backdrop of raging flames

bundles of crackling faggots

the Thunderous wind generated

by the Heat of eight million women

rising in great Billowing black clouds

*

Distant wails for the mother, sister, wife,

and a Hardening

of the spirit in those who Survive

*

A Deadened silence creeps before the roaring fire

only to Release from its fumes single women

distinguishing themselves in a New world

fabricated by men. The lonely individuals

become many, until I see my own Grandmothers

walking towards me, one upheld by the Steel

of her Choices, the other crippled by hers.

From the Ashes of their Ancestors, the painstakingly

slow but necessary demand for Repairs.

*

Stepping into the history of my condition

I step into the Sacrifice made by millions

of Women for their descendants,

from the Wreckage, the Burgeoning

of ancient wisdom put to Sleep for centuries,

kissed long enough, it Awakens,

stretches its limbs and with deepened

but ready Eyes, meets the carrier

of its Continuance.

Fire