in absentia, she sends femininity in
a bearded mask
mama kitty washes away
her baby's fear with another's scratchy
tongue
uncomplaining gentleness
stereotypical labels and
thoughts, scraped away by the
rubbery end of her pencil
sneering beliefs of what
should be what doesn't have
to be what wasn't to be this time
The moon was to be and is and
always comes back here on cue.
Resting guitar takes a moment
or twelve of silence
flute patiently waits
for breath (no need to rush)
a mindfully crocheted blanket
covers her shoulders
weaving she will never recognize
Poets Note: Here's one for irony - I rushed this poem! I came back the next day and did some polishing, giggling at the insights I sometimes receive from the creative-in-the-moment me when the more conscious, slight tinge of editor mind me approaches, gently.
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Those sneering beliefs of what
should be what doesn't have
to be what wasn't to be this time.
What a grand, convoluted sentence to set us thinking...
Posted by: Jinksy | March 02, 2014 at 11:01 AM
Lovely, just lovely.
Posted by: Other Mary | March 02, 2014 at 11:10 AM
lovely and sweet poem
Posted by: Kathe W. | March 02, 2014 at 01:52 PM
Excellent...always look forward to your offerings Julie...
Posted by: Tess Kincaid | March 04, 2014 at 09:05 AM
The opening line to this piece works incredibly well and pulls you right in! Quality poem indeed!
Posted by: Helena (Hey! Lena) | March 04, 2014 at 12:39 PM
I like this poem, especially this line:
The moon was to be and is and
always comes back here on cue.
Posted by: Belva@MainelyMugUps | March 04, 2014 at 05:35 PM