drawing by Annie Perconti
Crossroad
A young woman treads in circles
caught at a crossroad of decision.
Her eyes bleed of confusion knowing,
Her eyes bleed of confusion knowing,
she lost herself in their image.
Dreary and afraid, her lotus
fades, peeling open her rawness,
exposing a weeping child
grown, pleading for direction.
She leans against the body of her
grandmother, listening to her stories,
Dreary and afraid, her lotus
fades, peeling open her rawness,
exposing a weeping child
grown, pleading for direction.
She leans against the body of her
grandmother, listening to her stories,
trying to find meanings behind
images sketched in her branches.
Her grandmother’s wise words
echo the shadows of answers.
Teaching the young woman
to dive into fresh waters and
flow with her intended path.
Her grandmother’s wise words
echo the shadows of answers.
Teaching the young woman
to dive into fresh waters and
flow with her intended path.
6 comments:
Beautiful and wise, River - I love the spiffed up look of your blog. It is fabulous.
nice, the second stanza really sets the stage for this well river...her grandmother being a tree makes this a bit mystical as well..
I like the strong connection between the grandmother and the granddaughter; often stronger than the mother daughter bond this is portrayed extremely well here.
This is just lovely. I'm someone who came from a troubled household, but it was my grandmother who held me together during those years...this really resonates for me...
Nice job, showing the grandmother as the backbone, sturdy with life experience, which one should heed, although usually don't.
Aahh... I can sooo relate to this one, River...
Did you just read my mind or what!?!??
So beautifully written!!
Maaaannn.. I miss my grandmom!! :( But her words will always stay by my side... as a guiding light...
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