Sunday, October 25, 2015

Rewrite

photo: Daniel Murtagh


Today

I
sewed a Halloween costume
fashioned garments for gods.

picked up my daughter's new glasses
brought sight to the blind
and made
tomorrow's lunches
manna fall from heaven.

I
washed clothes and dishes
conquered creeping chaos
and kept
father / daughter from fussing
the world at peace.

I am
exhausted and frustrated
the stuff of scripture.

I am
bored and angry
the mother of myths.

I am
a cautionary tale
a sonnet 
of sainthood
unfolding.

34 comments:

brudberg said...

I love the creativeness here... what a wonderful way to create two voices.. I definitely prefer if we could paint our words with reality.

paper sea said...

Oh my, that last stanza ...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I LOVE this!!!! This is it EXACTLY. The mother of myths and the stuff of sainthood........unrecognized, at that, LOL. One of my faves of yours.

humbird said...

'the mother of myths' ~ my favorite. Cool!

Fireblossom said...

It's all in how you couch your terms, Poet!

Sylvia K said...

I love it! And you never fail to amaze me!! Have a great new week!

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Great reframing! Amusing ... and then, serious, as fantasy becomes owning.

Truedessa said...

I always enjoy your unique style and once again your words stand out.

Elena Sands said...

Wooooow. This is soooo good. Awesome and clever. I LOVED this. Amazing work. Beautiful.

The Blog of Bee said...

This is absolutely amazing. Mind blowing!

Mary said...

I enjoyed the form of this poem - the words and the cross-outs.
The cross-outs especially made me think.

Benji Barratt Clark Twohill Sullivan said...

a poetry with unique form and personal style,
love the thrill.

Sara McNulty said...

Uniquely written, with great style.

Donna Jo Wallace said...

Hallelujah.

thotpurge said...

Ha.. it all depends on how we perceive ourselves and our roles!! Nicely done!

Old Egg said...

Wives and mothers will certainly relate to this and husbands and children will acknowledge it in years to come. A beautifully composed poem.

Susan said...

You see all and expose all. Wonderful!

DEE DEE said...

This is the best post in this prompt
Superb read

Cat-tails: here be wagging tales said...

Highly creative and absolutely charming!

Kathleen said...

Brilliant! Should be published, in my humble opinion.

Jae Rose said...

The crossed out lines certainly speak the loudest - they are honest and yet still thankful it feels for those everyday things which are the poetry of life

Mimi Foxmorton said...

Sweet and honest words.
:)

Other Mary said...

Love, love, love this!

annell said...

I found this so interesting....the lines you had crossed out, because you didn't want me to read them, I could not stop myself, I had to read them....almost like they were underlined, they became the most important lines....

Berowne said...

Fanciful and sharply original; remarkable...

Bekkie Sanchez said...

Original, true and well done! I love me something different Mama Zen.

Carol Campbell said...

Oh I love this. As a mom especially!

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Yes, you are! Mwah!

Kutamun said...

Every lead lining has its silver cloud, dear

Tess Kincaid said...

Delightful.

Wander said...

I have to say lol...the quirky nature of your verses is entertaining

Kathe W. said...

it's all about perspective

Michael said...

I read it ignoring the struck out lines. Loved it. Then curiously had to see what I missed. Loved it more.

Karen S. said...

Ah what you did and didn't say, left and crossed all boldly magical!