Blind, Prairie Skyline
A poem about my beloved, blind Grandmother who missed seeing her prairies.
Blind, Prairie Skyline belongs to the following groups:
! Creative Writing & Poetry !, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Creative, Talented, and Unknown, The Word Tree, Up & Coming Writers and WMGCoal black soil as parched as time
(opposed to that which stands alone)
accumulating moist returns
from patchwork patterns of the air.
She sits, beside her former self
(a mass of hair, akin to steel)
what once was fresh, has come like wheat,
to reap its last, and head for home.
From rain-worn porch, her view is grain
that whispers soft, its tales of old
to ears that see (just five left now –
her senses left the sixth behind).
This grass caressed within her mind
where soles tread heavily with mud –
her heels too tall, for flat stone feet,
which long to greet the skyline’s edge –
(once more, perhaps, after she’s gone)
now time is short, as short as days
that soon enough rain patchwork, down
from visions soil, attained from mind;
her elevator stuck on grind;
her steel-head tilts, (and waits to see)
and sees the soil, as black as night
on feet that walk her skyline, down.
© Kristin Reynolds 2008
Blanchot
A very difficult poem to read, as I face a similar issue with my grand father; the only positive male role model in my formative years. Yet another question: may I take it that you count intuition as a “sense”, or have I forgotten? What is this sixth sense to which you refer, if you do not mind sharing that information? Could it be the memory of that which was prior to her sight being so savagely and contingently stripped from her. You do have the gift. I must say, in truth, that I have as yet to find a more engaging poet than yourself on this site: give more.
Blanchot
Kristin Reynolds replied
I am so sorry about your grandfather. :( My Gran had macular degeneration, and it was terrible, terrible! she past 2 years ago. and yes, it is her sense of spacial reality; that in dreams, and memory, to which I’m refering here. and as for your cudos, my dear, you have made my whole day, thank you, you are too kind, really, TOO kind. love, Kristin
autumnwind
So lovely to see others appreciating your unique, above and beyond talent. Write on beautiful friend and brilliant poetess. Love, Shar
Shoaib .
awesommeee damn i loveeee ur work its like everyone is a gem
that doesnt happen to me personally reading …
its only a rare talent that does it for me
you got it
Kristin Reynolds replied
Wow, you are making my head swell; my ego is dancing around like a friggin fool, thnaks you! Love, K :) :) :)
Mark Ramstead
Being as this is the beginning of your many submissions, and you are already so very good, I think I did the right thing by starting here. This way as I catch up I will grow with you…
Kristin Reynolds replied
:) you are very sweet, thank you, Mark.
I can’t wait to get your input on my poetry from when I first began posting. :)
love, Kristin xo