Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
29 Apr 2013 1 Comment
in Family Tags: ancestors, baskets, baths, blankets, breasts, cover, dream, ears, feet, fruit, juices, loins, lullabies, matriarchal, nurture, riddle, sleep, umbilical
Dreams, it has been said, were the first poems and stories told around the fire in ancient tribal cultures. Jan Hutchinson
We gather, holding baskets
filled with fruit;
seeds and juices
of our loins.
Breasts ready to succor,
feet to serve,
ears to learn
what nurture needs.
Umbilical still grows,
Twists its lullabies;
In and out of sleep
and baths and blankets’ cover.
14 Apr 2013 1 Comment
in Family Tags: adventure, core, different, discovery, dwarfed, flowing, fruity, juices, kinship, reflection, riddle, sap, seeds, snappy bites, tender, tree
Fruity
Someone called me :
“Fruity”
today.
Did he see my core?
Or tender skin?
Reflection in the light?
Dwarfed stem?
Snappy bites to offer?
Juices flowing?
Sap?
Kinship with my seeds?
Fallen from a tree?
Or me: different?
An adventure in discovery?
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 