You Ask Where I Am From

I am from a woman
who stretched out her breath
upon a hundred years,
and strikes upon this day
a distant voice,
a thunder tympanum advancing
low across the sky,
a heartbeat rising from the earth,
more eloquent because she is and was
a symphony without a score...
a dialogue of resonance within
that stretches out the years instead
and  makes their number meaningless.

I, a part of the premiere,
partaking of the air that left her nostrils,
of the milk that drained her breasts,
am from a heritage of love;
a quiet patience that was her bequest,
adorned her like a jewel
too lovely to display its fire
but from her open heart.
                   ~
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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September 13, 2012 at 4:19 AM
an intriguing poem, polished like a jewel...I don't know why you think your poems are not good enough for contests or whatever, most of them are flawlessly worded - perhaps too flawlessly - maybe I'd like to see a bit more 'rawness' in the writing, which gives the work a more edgy and contemporary feel (I wouldn't change the wording in this one, though) I suppose it depends on what effect you're aiming for in your poetry; if it's elegance and eloquence yours has it in bucket loads! (btw my favourite opera is madame butterfly hehe) :-)
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