Wednesday, February 27, 2013

DNA



DNA
By
Lisa A.Williams


Patterns
woven into
my existence-

Old fears,
hurts and
the loving of things.

How the ancient music plays-
Am I the only one who
hears my beginnings
in the strings?

I hold all mothers’ pain
inside like an embryo
waiting to be born,
waiting to be remembered.

I feel the covetous ache
of my ancestors
to set things right
no longer blind sided
by eons of self punishing love-
A well worn path
where their ghosts
still linger.

16 comments:

  1. How the ancient music plays-
    Am I the only one who
    hears my beginnings
    in the strings?...wow! Gorgeous!

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  2. How the ancient music plays-
    Am I the only one who
    hears my beginnings
    in the strings

    As i read this these words really stood out for me. Great feeling and a sense of hope? I like it

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  3. this is beautifully eerie. i could not read it fast enough and could not slow myself down to absorb it i had to read it over LOL!
    " I hold all mothers' pain" a stand alone statement you could spend a life time in its translations.

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    1. Thank you. I agree, one could spend a lifetime in the translations of "mothers' pain.

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  4. Sometimes it is difficult to break those patterns passed down from generations before. I try very hard not to become my mother.

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  5. 'self punishing love'...ouch...I felt that. There is a strength and a hope in this though the 'ghosts still linger'...and I like it.

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    1. Thank you Jennifer, always appreciate your comments.

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  6. Wow, DNA is the perfect thing someone could come up with thinking of "patterns"! Why didn't I think that?! BTW this poem reminds me of a very sweet song My DNA by Darwin Deez! :) :)

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    1. I will have to listen to that song, thanks so much for your comment.

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  7. It definitely takes a strong person to be able to overcome the things one saw / experienced as a child. Parents are strong influences, whether we like it or not.

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  8. A poignant and a thought provoking piece, Lisa.I loved your work....amazing!!

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    1. Thank you, Panchali, really appreciate your comments, love your work as well.

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  9. Lisa, thanks for stopping by my blog and commenting. I always visit sites of folks who comment - however late! Funny, I was just writing a note about the DNA I got from my mom, detailed in the poem YOU read!

    This is evocative and expansive. The phrase I most related to would be "the covetous ache of my ancestors..." because I understand that, the weight of that load. And they are always with you, so it's not like you can tell them to get lost! Peace, Amy
    http://sharplittlepencil.com/2013/02/26/gorgeous-goldfinger-gal-shirley-bassey/

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