Family & Feelings. What would you say to your mother and sisters? The world of the family is complicated, full of contradictions, and intense emotions. Good times, bad times, misunderstandings, nice celebrations, sad goodbyes… What is our mother like? And our sisters? Mirrors, smiles and tears… Blue times and yellow memories. Today, enjoy Melissa Fry Beasley poem on her weekly section on Yareah magazine: My Roots! It’s deep, melancholic and beautiful. Have a nice Sunday, Yareah friends.
And remember that in spite of our sorrows and bad days… You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming!
Enjoy this new spring. Art is everywhere and up to you!
Ghost – A Letter To My Mother and Sisters
I am no longer flesh and blood
but a ghost misunderstood.
I am deserted delusions
dragging stagnant waters slowly to the surface,
before they drain down into suffocating stillness.
An insider and outsider somewhere between.
Caught in the centrifuge
Of those who came before me and those to come after.
My birth older than Earth.
All these little lifetimes swirling……..
I have learned the language of silence
because words have inadequacies nothing penetrates.
The river we cannot cross flows forever.
Only feathers remember escape.
I am gravel scraping myself raw
with purple shades of bruised passing,
A hollow shell rattling around inside myself
leaving me an empty holocaust.
(all that remains of a once hard person)
Something denied after an everlasting wait.
Do not weep for me, your tears leave us thirsting here.