"FACINGFACES
2002 - 04" SELECTED POETRY (Part 2)
Seeking Mother
Hear it hear the shatteredness
of glass
of bones
of dreams
the rumbling, the grinding of stones
turning on the wheels of time
heaving through the dark mass of father that held her down
hear it hear the mending
of beauty
of spirit
of dreams
She brings the pieces to her heart
it is time it is now
all see her the invisibility is visible
she lies down
in her own dark earth.
~ She always
finds a way ~
i.
I find my way after standing naked in a home frozen in fear
from facing father’s
hatred for women, mothers, the girl who refused him.
He paved a road with my virgin blood.
He still follows that road to find me
screaming in the night.
Each morning I find myself
facing this.
ii.
a mother sits in a warm room
writing how sheets of freezing tears
can not stop the
daughter
whose
tears are harder than ice
they pound her with memories
colder than this with no road to reach her.
The daughter sits in a frozen field
welcoming Winter’s embrace
each frozen tear blankets
her frantic footsteps
outside
of mother’s door.
iii.
On this Winter road I find
another deer hit and down.
She waits for me
doe eyes moist with pain.
I hold her as she sings her song of death
trusting she knows not all pave this road
with blood.
iv.
Your daughter gathers roadkills
while skating down Winter’s road.
She feels the frozen ones buried
in the snow glides to them
with prayers of smoke, with sacred fire.
Tenderly she lifts
birds of ice, birds of stone.
She flies on gifted wings.
v.
For years, Mother, I have been
tossing stones
in front
behind
to the left and right of you
trusting if you stopped
for just one moment
your eyes would remember me
but never at you
for fear one would
pass straight through
vi.
Reflections
The sun sets
me running through the forest.
I have been taught to fear the night.
I tremble at these teachings
my fear slips out
follows my footsteps
breathes
each breath
I hold against myself
I feel my rigidity
and dance
to the rhythm of my heartbeat
© Rose Konda - Usa
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