Ancestors

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My ancestors linger in every word I say,
the muted phrases and images that occupy
the dreams in the sequestered corners of my mind,
hesitating between darkness and light of day

My ancestors linger in the prayers left behind,
unexpected melodies, songs upon the wind
opening windows into transformed cloistered spheres,
a fracturing of landscapes, the earth unconfined

My ancestors linger as seas on summer air,
as darkness covering the winter of the year,
as harvests of colors released by autumn’s trees,
as cells that stir when spring awakens, reappears

Another rubaiyat, for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.  The stone looks very much like a hand reaching out to me.

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I was repeating one of my grandmother’s sayings to myself, which made me think of all the ways I repeat and echo the members of my family.  Probably in ways I don’t even realize, and further afield than I will ever understand.

You can read more ribaiyat poetry at the dVerse link, here.

 

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36 responses to “Ancestors”

  1. Hélène - Willow Poetry says :

    What a heart warming ribaiyat!! You invoke the true essence of the stone reaching out to you.

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  2. robertawrites235681907 says :

    I really like this Kerfe. A tribute to our ancestors who influence us a great deal to this day.

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  3. boundlessblessingsblog says :

    Such memorable poetic words of bliss in those days and true what grandmothers and grandfathers said. Awesome poem and beautiful pictures, Marta.

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  4. Sue Vincent says :

    This is one of my favourites of your work, Kerfe, in many ways. Our ancestors shape us in ways deeper than comsciousness lets us realise.

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  5. Jane Dougherty says :

    I think this is the most successful of your rubaiyat, Kerfe. It’s a lovely poem so full of truths.

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  6. Suzanne says :

    What a great take on the prompt. Ancestors lingering as seas on summer air -such a wonderful line.

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  7. deuxiemepeau says :

    What a triumph Kerfe! A beautiful truth about time and the tender ties tethered to us.

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  8. merrildsmith says :

    I really like this, Kerfe–the flow of the poem and the words about ancestors, time, and truths. The photo does look like a hand!
    “My ancestors linger as seas on summer air,”–beautiful line!

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  9. Jodi says :

    so interesting a parallel as I just received my Ancestry DNA report back. Beautiful!

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  10. Sharon Mann says :

    I love this poem and the connection with ancestors. I posted a drawing my grandmother’s house today and was thinking how her spirit is always with me.

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  11. rivrvlogr says :

    This works well with the photo, as the horizon creates a separation between layers, with the hand reaching from one to the next, and your words detailing the significance.

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  12. V.J. Knutson says :

    So good – engaged me right from the start, and held me with internal choruses of resonance.

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  13. Frank Hubeny says :

    I like the reawakening and reappearing of Spring.

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  14. Jill Kuhn says :

    I do see a hand in the stone too! 😃 I always enjoy your poems and seeing your interpretation in your artwork! It is interesting how our pasts influence our present. 💗

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