Family Poem by elysabeth faslund

Family

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Ages, silvered ancient...trillobites...scrawled
Ocean mud. Forever-time. Fossils.
Mother. Why did you not call me? Towel-off
Sand?
Bathe salt from my skin? Cleanse me of
Time?

Waves, teasing mountains...Himalayas...
Scratching waters' nicknames.
Father. Answering my question, 'What do you
See out that window? ' with, 'Look, girl.'
Did you trust me to see? Did you trust my
Sight?

Tectonics, movers...moving...Pangea...
Lava...oceanic ridges...lava. Always.
Brother. Why did you not call me...your son
Died. Why does your heart shift? Now,
Do you feel the the Earth shifting?

Winds, soft, seducing, contesting waves
For words upon the stone...which will
Conquer?
Sister. I never had...answer me. Do I want
Your answers? Should I listen?
When have you become the' Mother'?

Are you the Mother...
My Sister?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Alison Cassidy 27 December 2007

You take the historical and the personal and wrap them so neatly into your poetic pie. Your tell lots, but never too much. You inspire, mystify, challenge and delight. Your are a great poet. love, Allie xxxx

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Robert Howard 16 December 2007

Beautiful all encompassing vision. Captures the chaos and mystery of life riding the waves of eternity.

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elysabeth faslund

elysabeth faslund

Thibodaux. Louisiana
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