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Wednesday, November 09, 2005
I went to her
for a hug and the
rosary.
Patriarchs carved in
wax provided the light
as we moved our
hands across necklaces
of seeds and asked our
mother to pray for us.
Outside--the moon bulged
with light. It would be
enough.
We reached the end of
our strings,
touched
our minds,
our hearts,
and our wings and
watched the patriarchs
dim with one faint exhalation.
Cassidy Smith
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2 comments:
Holy Shit, Cassidy Smith! This is incredible!
Hey everyone, did you know Cassidy is MY friend? Yep, thats right.
this is amazing! my favorite images are: necklaces of seeds, the moon bulged.
the contrast of the patriarchy and the rosary - obviously a veneration of the feminine divine - is a great topic for a poem too.
And the dimming of the patriarchy - from your pen to god's ears...
Great poem!
Michael
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