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Memo for Destroyer Poet A LINDA: 3 20 p m, 23rd April 2013 Paris, France

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Memo for Destroyer Poet A LINDA: 3 20 p m, 23rd April 2013 Paris, France

MEMO for Destroyer Poet A Linda: 3. 20 p.m., 23rd April 2013 – Paris, France
If you are Red   I am Brown
If you’re not 
Then as one concrete painter using phonemes 
                 to another

Now we speak in the common-denominator tongue
Of those who went across oceans
Yours you took across the Bering
From the frozen solid roof of the world
The common step-mothering-tongue
And the common heel-bone

Take this memo down I tell myself
For my long-lost sister
Now weary with chilblains
And walnut warts from the long trek

Tell her you’re sorry
You took so long
Tell her you read excerpts of her outpouring
In a lone-lost cave overgrown with moss
							lost without cause
Mixed with the growls and coughs of shaggy beasts
And the lone mountain lioness’ scowling howl at the stars
In a dry season

Tell her you’re sorry not to have returned the compliment
For this’s the Way of the Community
That each rushes to fulfill a sacrosanct duty

Tell her
I read your spiraling lyrical threnody
	of the Soul’s age-old Odyssey
 through the bony interstices of breast-beating moans
and groans 
Right there where it hurts most 
in the guts

I saw how your people lifted themselves
							on their fists
   after their arms and knuckles looked gnarled
I saw the claws of the lone eagle clutch your soul
							in one fell swoop
	down concertina centuries
And make you swallow your tongue
	wailing in cloistered valleys of lilacs and magnolias
  to the rhythm of crescendo stamping feet
  and besetting winds 
          cacophonous through wildly flapping wigwams
I felt the ancient beat of your pulse
	in the huskily refined whisper of your verse
   come seething harpies
			unleashed at my throat
I saw wild stallions
	sleek and shoddy	manes aloft 
     come steaming and fuming down mountain sides
          your fathers tamed
I saw generations of silent sturdy women
	kindle fierce fires 
  while brawny braves rode away on bare-backs
	to bring the venison back

I now hear your gentle voice
	in dulcet drops tinkle down waterfalls
		of your manifold genres

Yet I do not hear you cry
Nor do I wonder why
You are made of that stuff of breed
That can traverse ice without steed
And scale Himalayas down continents
To reach the other side of impediments

And lest I forget let me tell you this
Your lyrical voice will linger long in bliss.

    Every good wish.		

			T. Wignesan  


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  1. Date: 4/26/2013 10:10:00 AM
    a beautiful tribute to the lovely Linda. I agree with Delysia. respect to you both 'DX

    Wignesan Avatar T Wignesan
    Date: 4/27/2013 4:00:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Hi Domino X ! Pleasure to have you come around, especially on this jaunt. The kudos are taken in in the spirit in which they are meant - without doubt, by all the three. Hope to see you around soon. And as for the Loch Ness limerick, my utmost thanks. I'll dedicate it to you, if you don't mind. Every good wish and many, many thanks. Wignesan
  1. Date: 4/26/2013 9:32:00 AM
    If Linda be red, I too am brown, like you. A beautiful tribute to a worthy poetess. I'm moved by all three pieces of writing: your poem, Linda's comment and your reply thereto. My utmost respect to you both. :)

    Wignesan Avatar T Wignesan
    Date: 4/27/2013 3:53:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Hi Licia! You're most kind and far too generous and zero-ed in with words, much like your own poems which I'm enjoying reading. I don't much care for returning compliments, for such a practice perpetuates the kind of favouritism going on in the critical world for far too long, but I have to say it out loud, you have innate gifts with the kind of ironically titillating and rhythmic verse you produce. EGW. Many thanks. Wignesan
  1. Date: 4/24/2013 9:17:00 PM
    One deserves to hear and feel all the sorrow the Native Indians surpassed eons ago. My poem's about The Europeans when they arrived on the east coast and initiated the decline of the Native Indians. The entire villages were wiped out by many diseases and pneumonia to which the Indians had no immunity holds. Many Natives were forced to leave their traditional hunting and farming lands, they suffered malnutrition and death and couldn't re-establish equally. I truly love the poem, I wish many took the time to see how we have lifted our souls from the core and back. My great great great Grand-Father from my mothers side of the family was an Native American Indian, he died in the early 1890's . He was from the Sioux tribes. I learned many stories during my younger years about their struggle for survival on the North American Great Plains. This is a wonderful and lovely tribute. I am very touched by the poem. Goodnight~ Linda

    Wignesan Avatar T Wignesan
    Date: 4/25/2013 3:17:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Tell yourself, Dear Sister! "You can beat me, harass me, shame and humiliate me, take my kith and kin in chains, crush my bones, even ignore me, gouge my eyes, pluck my heart out, drag me through mud, slime and quagmire, but you cannot break my spirit, for it is not of this earth!" Write that EPIC of your people which is waiting to be given voice! EGW - Wignesan
  1. Date: 4/23/2013 2:07:00 PM
    a really Beautiful poem for PD, I know she will just love it! hugs, catie :)

    Wignesan Avatar T Wignesan
    Date: 4/23/2013 2:49:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Hi Catie! As I said once before, it takes a poet to recognise what another poet would feel or feels. You're always the first on the draw, but I wonder if I didn't miss the mark in thinking she is of native American origins. No matter, for I qualified my statement: imagined she was! Poetic license, eh? How are you doing? Thanks as usual. EGW - Wignesan