Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Break Free




Break Free

It doesn’t have to be this way
You know it doesn’t
We can unclamp
The vice of our
Grandmothers’ voices
You can take that hand
Gripping my arm
Loosen the fingers
Cup my cheek
Softly softly.
What is real?
That hereditary hunger
Our middle class manners
The golden rule
The hand that cups my cheek
My hand, that softly brushes
The hair from your eyes.

 
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27 comments:

  1. AnonymousJanuary 4, 2011 at 10:57 AM

    I am enjoying all the posts that I have read so far on this prompt! I like the image of freeing ourselves from middle class values - if only ...

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  2. UnknownJanuary 4, 2011 at 11:42 AM

    This is wonderful!

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  3. izzyJanuary 4, 2011 at 1:14 PM

    Nice view! thanks- good post and poem.

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  4. Maude LynnJanuary 4, 2011 at 2:26 PM

    I love the line about our grandmother's voices. Wow!

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  5. JinksyJanuary 4, 2011 at 2:29 PM

    We can unclamp
    The vice of our
    Grandmothers’ voices

    Oh, yes!

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  6. ArgentJanuary 4, 2011 at 3:05 PM

    Wow, this is deep. Well done!

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  7. Brigid O'ConnorJanuary 4, 2011 at 4:30 PM

    Lovely piece, I was going to pick out the same extract as Jinksy, lovely phrasing.

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  8. MaggieJanuary 4, 2011 at 5:08 PM

    Oh, really sweet. : )

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  9. FrikoJanuary 4, 2011 at 6:20 PM

    Excellent take on the Magpie. It's amazing how many different takes there are.
    I prefer the succinct ones like yours to long stories.

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  10. LynJanuary 4, 2011 at 6:28 PM

    I like the way this becomes free, so tender..well done!

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  11. Tess KincaidJanuary 4, 2011 at 9:51 PM

    Beautiful, Bug.

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  12. KatyJanuary 4, 2011 at 11:01 PM

    Your poems always seem to catch me right where I am and then transport me to some place wholly new.

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  13. Ann T.January 5, 2011 at 3:45 AM

    Dear The Bug,
    This is beautiful.
    Ann T.

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  14. gautami tripathyJanuary 5, 2011 at 4:35 AM

    If only freeing was that easy...

    Here is my magpie:
    a wheel barrow

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  15. AnonymousJanuary 5, 2011 at 6:05 AM

    Beautiful writing.

    I must say I love your header photo too. :-)

    Paul

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  16. ReflectionsJanuary 5, 2011 at 8:44 AM

    Beautiful piece, unclamping voices of those before us. Sensitive, heartfelt.

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  17. altar egoJanuary 5, 2011 at 9:58 AM

    Very nice. And speaks to us all.

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  18. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallJanuary 5, 2011 at 12:46 PM

    love the message in it.
    well put,

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  19. AnonymousJanuary 5, 2011 at 5:49 PM

    Break Free. Yes!

    Wonderful!

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  20. ElizabethJanuary 5, 2011 at 6:05 PM

    Dear Bug
    Yes we can ignore those ancestral voices

    but they whisper on.......
    happy new year

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  21. UnknownJanuary 5, 2011 at 7:26 PM

    wonderful thought
    Happy 2011

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  22. HelenJanuary 6, 2011 at 11:35 AM

    Just why is it my grandmother's voice was like a vice? Could it be I knew she was wise (and right).. and I wasn't ready to admit it?

    Nice Magpie!!

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  23. AnonymousJanuary 6, 2011 at 12:13 PM

    A sharp and focussed take on the soft tyranny of the family. This works so well.

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  24. Doctor FTSEJanuary 7, 2011 at 9:09 AM

    Deep indeed! I too like the vice of grandmother's voice.

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  25. Mrs.TrellisJanuary 7, 2011 at 6:06 PM

    Made to make one think...

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  26. Carmela-JJanuary 8, 2011 at 6:40 AM

    Interesting concept - considerable depth in the words about learned behaviours and nature versus nurture. Love it!

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  27. AnonymousJanuary 8, 2011 at 9:15 PM

    Felt very comforted.

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