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Author Name: TrialAnn 4 Comments
Date Added: April 28, 2006 22:04:15 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Stolen Blessings
We would sing to our Goddess
on May day, blessings floated
in the back of our throats—
homage to Mary and her love.
Crinoline dresses and daffodils
placed before her, heads bowed
in bright sunshine, our future’s
gleaming in the reflection
of our black patent leather shoes.

Time turned our steps outward—
choices clung to our illusions
sugary and tart each finding
a taste on our naive lips
until we found the stickiness
more of a tangle than a joy.
And our devotions stretched
thinner, our emotions drenched
in the altered ego of age.

Now our days of May flounder,
trapped in the earthly mire,
and we think of prayers drifting
somewhere out in the cobalt sky,
delicate as the lace above our shoes,
held in place by drops of sunlight.
Where did those blessings go,
trapped in the back of our throats
in the days of our innocent youth? 
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Comments:
Comment By: FreeWide Awake on July 25, 2006 12:01:50 PM Report
Hmmm...makes me think of the Pagans...in the time when christianity was taking over...

Very interesting write Ann~

Best wishes,
Pamela

Comment By: FreeFLETCHER on May 1, 2006 06:05:55 PM Report
This is a wonderful write Ann!
What a picture this poem paints!
Yours ............Fletch
Comment By: Freenoah count on April 29, 2006 07:45:43 AM Report
I could feel the nuns hovering, waiting to smack someone from behind for thinking about whispering. Please don't take my mind picture as deprecation, this as always was a lovely piece.
Comment By: PremiumKeith Overstreet on April 28, 2006 11:48:52 PM Report
Ann, you amaze me. It is a fine piece indeed.
Keith
PS I do read your column.




 


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