Saturday, July 27, 2013

tender fury grit shaking root screaming yellow




I can't keep pace with the tender fury.
I hear her shrill call screaming yellow-
lemon drops shake grit loose from roots
daughter's crying, momma, mommy gather me up
wend me swimming blue-
swimming furious towards her shrill screaming yellow
urging me towards the surface
bubbles bursting, I gasp to catch my breath.





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13 comments:

  1. The whole world stops when a baby cries, indeed--especially if you are the mother. Again your use of color is really distinctive and effective LaTonya. There seems to be grief in yellow, as well as insistence.

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    1. If you are a mother, your children are always babies especially when hurting. I am always impressed and I learn from your keen observations. Thank you.

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  2. ah, hedge, thank you. As a mother our children are always children, our babies. I've had an exhaustive week and it's found it's way into my work.

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  3. Such words to make the hair stand on end... You have given voice to the photo and emotion to the words! Very affecting poetry.

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  4. Love your use of color here. Very effective!

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  5. And fear, in yellow. When I was teased as a child my mother said, tell them "Beware the yellow peril". I had not the heart to let her know that would worsen not lessen the humiliation.

    As is your wont, LaTonya, from the first line you pull us into your world, shining light and letting it reflect back so we can see, complete with color; we swim, half-breathed, and gasp when you let us.

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    1. Thank you, M. I suspect I'll be going places I haven't touched in awhile and I need to express, release it.

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  6. A baby will awaken the world...we are frantic until we know the reason. Beautiful piece

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  7. I remember so well when my daughter was little and I was a new mother with no real experience with children at all, their cries are just devastating! Your writing is phenomenal =)

    The new prompt is up if you are interested =)

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  8. Very intense - tender fury indeed. And to me the swimming in your piece could either be in actual waters, or in sleep. I like the multiple possibilities.

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    1. Mary, always glad to hear I create room to interpret. That doesn't come easily for me. Thank you.

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