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Monday, April 25, 2016

Mourning Dove

 "This is what it sounds like, when doves cry" --Prince Rogers Nelson


The Moon, secretive and flighty,
turned her dark side and within that cradle I was born--
a dove of dust fed glue-milk and told to sing.

The Sky was not crazy but loved Crazy's eyes.
His silent daughter collected sand timers and seahorses because
all girls love horses; all girls hear ship's bells 
and can feel those same ships foundering.

The Moon kept two faces in a sea shell--
one for the Sky and the other to use as a trowel
to create The Sea of Suicide and The Sea of Insanity.

Every mother takes her child to the beach;
every keeper takes her doves to the temple with a good sharp blade
wrapped in her skirts for utility, for God, and for the fucking hell of it.

The Moon is dead now, dead before, dead always with only death to hand down,
but Mama, I breathe and I sing just to spite you
The Sky we both loved is gone and my heart is full of sea water and stones.

I put my song where the Moon was,  
as beautiful as I can make it, that it might shame you,
and bring you back just to die again
from the music of my mourning, the lightness of my empty bones.
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for "Where Do I Come From" at Real Toads. 

17 comments:

  1. Ah, the madness of it all. la la Mosk

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  2. I can barely breathe, reading this. Especially:
    "but Mama, I breathe and I sing just to spite you
    The Sky we both loved is gone and my heart is full of sea water and stones."

    This aches me to my core. Beautifully done.

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  3. The last two stanzas especially... jeezle.

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  4. Beautiful...especially adore the opening lines :D

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  5. Wow. Your poems about childhood go straight to my core, Shay....a dove fed glue milk and told to sing.......and the lines De quoted especially. How does one say one of your best when all of your poems are brilliant? Just....this one went extra deep.

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  6. Oh my, there is such pain in this, such darkness. It takes strength to take the bitter tea one is given to drink and turn it into art. Thank you so much for writing for the prompt!!

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  7. That last stanza really brought it home for me... who could ever say that there is anything like a happy childhood, and I agree with De... a fantastic set of words.

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  8. Very sad but beautifully put together nonetheless. K.

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  9. Goodness, Shay, this is just stellar writing--so cruel and clean, and beautiful as a high note of music half-heard in a dream that we forget when we wake but look for the rest of our lives--every analogy is sharp and clear and bitter, yet rings like a silver bell. The last stanza in particular just aches and shines.

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  10. This touches the heart and mind on so many different levels. Magical, poignant, an original.

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  11. So very stand-backish and mournful, Shay. Impressionistic set of pictures in words. I loved the actions of the Moon and the sea. A deep mom-hate there too. It is terrible the way (all??) parents warp their kids. Mine did. Mine are all goofy in differing ways.
    Bright side? You sing and compose now, from the beginning, starting, "and told to sing."
    ..

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  12. Oh, man, I feel such a terrible weight of misery in this.

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  13. "for utility, for God, and for the fucking hell of it."

    Yes. Beautiful stuff, Shay.

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  14. This is my favorite:

    "The Sky was not crazy but loved Crazy's eyes. His silent daughter collected sand timers and seahorses because all girls love horses"

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